“I thought it meant you’d forgiven yourself.” “Nah,” Wayne said. “I was just real mad at your sister.” “You knew, didn’t you?” Wax asked, frowning. “That she’d heal?” “Well, I didn’t wanna kill someone in cold blood—” “That’s good, I suppose.” “—but there weren’t no fire around to light her with first.” “Wayne . . .” The shorter man sighed. “I saw the metalminds peekin’ outta her sleeves. Figured, if you’re gonna give yourself one power from a Feruchemist, you’d wanna be able to heal. I ain’t gonna kill your sister, mate. But I didn’t mind makin’ her jump a bit, and I needed MeLaan’s spikes.”
