“You won’t have a Shardblade, but won’t need one, because of . . . you know.” “I know?” Kaladin felt a spike of alarm. “Yeah . . . you know.” Adolin glanced away and shrugged, as if trying to act nonchalant. “That thing.” “What thing?” “The thing . . . with the . . . um, stuff?” He doesn’t know, Kaladin realized. He’s just fishing, trying to figure out why I can fight so well. And he’s doing a really, really bad job of it. Kaladin relaxed, and even found himself smiling at Adolin’s awkward attempt. It was nice to feel an emotion other than panic or worry. “I don’t think you have any idea what
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