The Sunlit Man

by Brandon Sanderson

“A Dawnshard is one of the primal forces of creation, and the one we carried is diametrically opposed to the concept of violence and harm. The scar tissue on my soul has that same Intent, that same requirement of its host: that I be unable to harm anyone at all for any reason.” It’s ironic, you know, the hero says. Because of the way the Dawnshards were used… “To kill God. Yes, I know.” He sat back, thoughtful, meeting Elegy’s glare. “She’s got something similar, I’m guessing. A canker on her soul. The Cinder King’s fire burned away her memories and personality, but there’s no reason that should make her so violent, so enraged. I can’t figure out how he controls creatures like her. It has to do with some kind of Connection or…well, scar tissue.” On the soul. That makes her violent, where yours makes you the opposite. “Basically yes,” he said. When you were following your oaths, your natural need to follow them pushed through the scar tissue, though. “It did, for a time,” he said. “But now I feel like the scar is getting worse, Aux.