I did my part,” Wax whispered. “I became your sword. I want you to do your part now.” My part, Harmony said in his head, is to put you where you can— “No,” Wax said, reloading quickly while staring up at the mists. “Not good enough. Not damn near good enough, Sazed. I can kill men. I’m far too good at that. But I can’t kill a god. If Autonomy intervenes, I will need you.”
