“Ah, child,” Kelsier said. “I’m sorry.” He reached out and cupped Vin’s face as she wept over him, and found he could feel her. She was solid to his ethereal fingers. She didn’t seem able to feel his touch, but he caught a vision of her from the real world, cheeks stained with tears.
“You’ve got to have some kind of idea what I could try, Fuzz.” “What did you call me?” “Fuzz. I’ve got to call you something.” “You could try ‘My Lord,’” Fuzz said with a huff. “That’s a terrible nickname for a crewmember.”
The fact he is calling God fuzz is actually so hilarious
Abandoned objects were best. Ones that had been owned for a long while, so they had a strong Identity, but that currently had nobody in the Physical Realm to care for them.
She embraced him, and he found himself weeping. The daughter he’d never had, the little child of the streets. Though she was still small, she’d outgrown him. And she loved him anyway. He held his daughter close against his own broken soul.