“I assumed I’d never know. The town philosophers had talked themselves hoarse arguing the matter, as was often their way. Talk until you can’t talk anymore, and then hope someone will buy you a drink to keep the words flowing.” He smiled at Nomad, eyes twinkling. “Yet here I am. Millennia later. Walking between the stars, learning each one. I got my answers eventually. Yet…I’d guess that, by now, you’ve seen more of the cosmere than I have.” “So it’s a blessing?” Nomad asked, gesturing to himself. “This Torment you’ve given me?” “Every Torment is,” Wit said, “even mine.”
