The Sunlit Man

by Brandon Sanderson

That included his Torment. There was a physical component. A mental component. But the real shackles were spiritual—Investiture. So maybe… A plan began to form in his mind. A way to potentially escape his affliction. Or at the very least lessen the symptoms of it.

let the Dawnshard consume us, Auxiliary. I let it feed on you.”

Then, in a moment of need, he’d unconsciously reached out for any energy source he could access. The Dawnshard had found Auxiliary, a being of Investiture.

“I think her condition and mine might be similar,” he said, narrowing his eyes at Elegy. “When I adopted the Dawnshard from Wit, it created my Torment. Too much Investiture, taken in too quickly, warping my very being.”

“They came from the east,”

your job to moralize at me?” Since forever, Nomad. You threw out your conscience years ago, I know, though I never had a chance to meet her. That left the position vacant, regardless, so I appointed myself to fill it. I’d ask how I’m doing, but…well, you are clear evidence of how much of a rookie I still am.

You’ve never told me why you walked away after leaving Roshar. After all we’d been through together. You abandoned all you’d followed. Why would you do that?