“I’ll do it, then,” Lopen said, standing up. “I’ve got to protect people, you know? Even from myself. Gotta rededicate to being the best Lopen possible. A better, improved, extra-incredible Lopen.” Rua lifted his hand into the air in a fist. Then the little spren toppled over to the side. “Rua?” Lopen said, leaning down. “You playing a trick on me, naco?” Rua vanished. Then a silvery little dagger appeared in his place. What on Roshar? Lopen picked it up. It was physical, not insubstantial. It was . . . These Words are accepted. A burst of frost and power exploded around Lopen.
