“I can’t stop him,” Kelsier whispered. “I know,” Preservation said. “I could see thousands upon thousands of possibilities. In none of them did I defeat that thing.” “The ribbons of the future are never as useful as . . . as they should be,” Preservation said. “I rode them much, in the past. It’s too hard to see what is actually likely, and what is just a fragile . . . fragile, distant maybe. . . .” “I can’t stop it,” Kelsier whispered. “I’m too like it. Everything I do serves it.” Kelsier looked up, smiling.
