He was losing it. Losing himself. He could move no more. Something seized him. “Please . . .” Kelsier whispered, falling, sliding away. This is not right. Fuzz’s voice. “You want to see something . . . spectacular?” Kelsier whispered. “Help me live. I’ll show you . . . spectacular.” Fuzz wavered, and Kelsier could sense the divinity’s hesitance. It was followed by a sense of purpose, like a lamp being lit, and laughter. Very well. Be Preserved, Kelsier. Survivor.
