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my reading order says to read this before bands of mourning.

“ his humor was forced, he smiles more dead than alive. He didn’t know why he found it so important to hold off returning to Luthadel, but it was. He had exposed wounds, gaping holes in himself that had yet to heal over. He had to stay away. He didn’t want them to see him like this. Insecure, a man who huddled in his sleep, reliving horror, still fresh. A man with no plan or vision.”

“The spark was snuffed out, the spark had always driven him to reach beyond what others thought was possible. It was gone now, replaced by the knot of numbness. The only thing he could feel these days was rage and that rage couldn’t guide him he didn’t know what to do. He hated that.”