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need a knife to get through this,” she said. “You can use my razor-sharp wit.” “Alas, Wayne, you aren’t the type of tool I need at the moment.”
City folk, particularly politicians, were intimidated by small arms. They preferred to kill people with more modern weapons, like poverty and despair.
The third ring finally got a server to step over. “Vodka,” Wayne said to her. “Worst you got. Closer to piss it tastes, the better.” “Wayne,” Ranette said, “this is an upscale restaurant.” “Right,” he said. “Putta olive in it or somethin’.”
Even corpses needed standards.
“Trell is the god Autonomy,” Harmony replied. “What we call a Shard of Adonalsium. Autonomy carries power like my own, a dangerous force for manipulating the very nature of reality and existence. Though Autonomy is held by a woman named Bavadin, her many different faces—or avatars—act with independence. Trell, a male god from the ancient records, can be considered one of these.”
“Autonomy likes you,” Telsin said. “She called you a masterpiece. I disagreed, but here you are, and I find myself persuaded. Harmony knows he’s growing impotent, that Discord is near, and so he created you. A sword. Who can act when he cannot.”
“Perhaps we can help,” the man in the lead said. “You are certain this is legal? The mass sinking of private ships?”
Earlier in the week, you all conducted a test, Harmony said. Splitting harmonium. “Same test our enemies have done a hunnerd or more times.” Yes, but this one was different. I have no idea what happened, but Wax did something different from everyone else trying this. Because he didn’t merely blow up the room. He created something. Something amazing. Wayne held up the vial, staring at the metal dust settled at the bottom. That, Harmony said, is the faintest bit of lerasium, Wayne. A metal from legend. A metal found by Vin at the Well of Ascension, and used to make Elend Venture a Mistborn. A
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“That’s kind of depressing,” Wayne said, turning to Harmony. “Really, I’m the best you could do? Ain’t you God?” Harmony’s eyes softened. “Wayne. You aren’t the best I could do. You’re the best there is. And no being, neither god nor mortal, could have wished for more than one such as you.”
Wayne nodded, then hesitated, looking toward Harmony. “Will this … earn me forgiveness?” “Oh, Wayne,” Harmony said. “You’ve heard this from Wax. You have to hear it from me too, I think. You can’t do this for forgiveness. You need no forgiveness, not anymore.” And … he was right.
“Wayne,” Harmony asked, “do you know who you are?” “Yeah, I know who I am,” Wayne said. “I’m the God. Damn. HERO.” He paused. “Sorry.”
He let out a breath and dropped the canteen. He’d been gobbled up, it was true. But when that happened, you strangled the monster from the inside. His crystalline speed bubble shattered. And all became red light and blossoms of fire.
“Me,” Wayne said. “I saved the whole damn world. I … I’m probably the best constable who ever rusting lived!” “I … suppose …” Harmony said, “that Vin, Elend, and the others weren’t constables …”
He felt himself really going now. So, he held out a hand to God. Who, smiling, shook it. “I knew you’d glow,” Wayne said, with a wink. With that, Wayne stretched into another place, into another time. He stretched into the wind. And into the stars. And all endless things.
They’d found Telsin dead on the top of the Shaw. Written, by her own fingernail, on the strangely grey skin of her arm had been the words: You have proven yourselves. For now.
And lights that seemed too alive for the cold fire of this strange place. People crowded around, hundreds of them, with strange outfits, many with odd red hair. Lost. This was her task. To save those people.
“You seem better,” Marasi said. “The treatment is working.” “Thank you,” he replied. “I prefer not to taste of my own offerings. It seems I won’t have to for some time.” He turned to Wax. “Greetings, Brother.”
He kept making that mistake, but he vowed right then to stop. To listen to his wife, to his heart, and to Harmony himself. Father, lawman, senator. He could be all three, and more. So long as he was helping people.
