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If a dozen slaves die to forge a sword, does it do any good to melt down the sword and refuse to use it? Or is it better to use that sword and try to stop the men who did such evil in the first place?”
It was strange, how easily and quickly protection could cause destruction. Sometimes, Vasher wondered if the two weren’t really the same thing. Protect a flower, destroy the pests who wanted to feed on it. Protect a building, destroy the plants that could have grown in the soil.
“What I’m trying to say is that you don’t understand a man until you understand what makes him do what he does. Every man is a hero in his own story,
The truth is, most people who do what you’d call ‘wrong’ do it for what they call ‘right’ reasons.
“When I came back, however, I did get a name,” he finally said. “The Cult of Returned—those who eventually founded the Hallandren Iridescent Tones—found me and kept me alive with Breaths. They gave me a name. I didn’t like it much. Didn’t seem to fit me.” “Well?” she asked. “What was it?” “Warbreaker the Peaceful,” he finally admitted.