I will protect those who cannot protect themselves. It made sense, now, why he’d had to make this choice. Kaladin rolled to his knees. Graves and Moash were arguing. “I have to protect him,” Kaladin whispered. Why? “If I protect . . .” He coughed. “If I protect . . . only the people I like, it means that I don’t care about doing what is right.” If he did that, he only cared about what was convenient for himself. That wasn’t protecting. That was selfishness.
