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When good men disobeyed, it was time to look at your orders.
Blood. The stench of burning bodies. In the end, loss and victory smelled the same.
“It will,” Wit said, “but then it will get better. Then it will get worse again. Then better. This is life, and I will not lie by saying every day will be sunshine. But there will be sunshine again, and that is a very different thing to say. That is truth. I promise you, Kaladin: You will be warm again.”
What was a god who only made demands? Nothing but a tyrant with a different name.
