“My father used to say that there are two kinds of people in the world,” Kaladin whispered, voice raspy. “He said there are those who take lives. And there are those who save lives.” Syl frowned, cocking her head. This kind of conversation confused her; she wasn’t good with abstractions. “I used to think he was wrong. I thought there was a third group. People who killed in order to save.” He shook his head. “I was a fool. There is a third group, a big one, but it isn’t what I thought.” “What group?” she said, sitting down on his knee, brow scrunched up. “The people who exist to be saved or to
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