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And maybe there was something to be said for the thinner air up here. Maybe he had been, after all, a little bit airsick…
Omg Rock was his master?
Yes, and that is a valid point, but different technologies across different planets are more efficient than others at converting energy to Investiture or vice versa.
He’d often felt short compared to the towering Alethi, but here he was the tall one.
He smiled with relief, raised the energy core to his face, and breathed in.
He was certain that the “breathing in” part was purely psychological, but it somehow facilitated the action. Being
able to feed on Investiture was an aftereffect of the burden he’d once carried, the thing that had given him his Torment. He needed a power ...
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He knew Alethi with eyes as open and wide as a Shin, while he’d met offworlders who could have passed for Veden—even within a population of people who generally wouldn’t have.
He said this in Alethi on purpose, which wasn’t his native tongue. Previous experiences had taught him not to speak in his own language, lest it slip out in the local dialect. That was how Connection worked; what
Auxiliary was doing would make his soul think he’d been raised on this planet, so its language came as naturally to him as his own once had.
Threnodites, the knight replies, modestly confident in his wise assessment. An entire offshoot culture. Didn’t expect that. Did you?
“Threnodites. Don’t they…persist when they’re killed?”
They turn into shades under the right circumstances,
“Green eyes, then red when they want to feed. Complete lack of memories.
Shades come out in the
darkness, and we’ve been in nothing but darkness sin...
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Perhaps this group split off before the Shard’s death—and the event’s a...
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Eternal darkness. Perhaps
populated only by the spirits of the dead.
Adonalsium-Will-Remember-Our-Plight-Eventually,
What were Scadrians doing here?
Scadrian authorization key.
Plastic key cards were, of course, eschewed by them. They had a fetish for metal.
This disc would open a door...
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He imagined the place as a planet with five phases. First: the lands he’d passed, where reflected sunlight grew plants. Second: the constant cloud cover, where rain was scattered. Third: the maelstrom at sunset, where sunlight vanished, leaving a cyclone born of pressure and humidity changes. Fourth: the superheated landscape where the
sun reigned. Finally dawn, where men and women were left to die.
“Kal?” he asked into the storm. The figure turned, revealing a hawkish face and an eminently punchable grin. “Aw, Damnation,” Nomad said with a sigh. “Wit? What the hell are you doing here?”
“A master can’t check in on his favorite student now and then?”
Now that they had the proper threshold for it, Auxiliary had reached through the distance and let Wit Connect to Nomad.
“The Night Brigade is out there. Hunting me. Because of what you did to me.” “You may have saved the cosmere.” “I absolutely did not save the cosmere,”
“I might have saved you though.”
“If they catch me, they’ll be able to connect the Dawnshard to you. And then they’ll be on your tail.”
Don’t you dare presume to imply you care about me now! I’m just another tool to you.”
“I never did get a chance to apologize for…events in Alethkar.”
“I was that boy,”
“When I was young. On Yolen. Before this all began—before God died and worlds started ending. I…I was that boy.”
a time spent in a land of dragons and bone-white trees.
“So it’s a blessing?”
“This Torment you’ve given me?” “Every Torment is,”
“even ...
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“Then my oaths ended, and I realized that destinations really are important, Wit. They are. No matter what we say.”
“And I don’t think you do understand. Because if you did, you’d realize: sometimes, asking the questions is enough. Because it has to be enough. Because sometimes, that’s all there is.”
He expected a wisecrack from Auxiliary, but the spren stayed silent as well. He usually did when Wit was around—he
These are the Sunlit Ones—those who could survive the light.”
“Adonalsium, eh?” Nomad said. “By the way, how’d a bunch of Threnodites end up worshipping the father god of an entirely different planet?”
How did they know that Auxiliary was a spirit? And why didn’t they push harder?
The knight shuffles uncomfortably beneath his squire’s pointed question,
So Aux is the spirit of a knight? How is he a spren then?
Ideals are like statues in the wind. They seem so permanent, but truth is, erosion happens subtly, constantly.”
He’d been thirty-eight when time had finally stopped tracking him, his soul bending under the Dawnshard’s influence—and that was by his planet’s accounting, which had longer years than most.
He’d been through many varieties of hell, though only the planet Threnody was literally called by the term.
Highly Invested light would also make traveling in the system by starship nearly impossible. Yet he had evidence of Scadrians being here. So what was really going on with the mechanics of this planet?
