“The power,” Fuzz said, standing beyond the light. “You are now part of it, Kelsier.” “Yeah,” Kelsier said, climbing to his feet, dripping with radiant light. “I can feel it, thrumming through me.” “You are trapped with him,” Fuzz said. He seemed shallow, wan, compared to the powerful light that Kelsier stood amid. “I warned you. This is a prison.” Kelsier settled down, breathing in and out. “I’m alive.” “According to a very loose definition of the word.” Kelsier smiled. “It’ll do.”
