“I’ll take it,” Kaladin said. “Whatever it is that gives me that edge. I’ll use it. I’ll need it to beat him.” Syl nodded, still sitting on his shoulder. “You don’t think he has a spren,” Kaladin said. “But how does he do what he does?” “The weapon,” Syl said, more confidently than she had before. “It’s something special. It was created to give abilities to men, much as our bond does.” Kaladin nodded, light wind ruffling his jacket as he fell through the night. “Syl . . .” How to broach this? “I can’t fight him without a Shardblade.” She looked the other way, squeezing her arms together,
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