Sometimes, Vin imagined she was like the ash, or the wind, or the mist itself. Her brother had taught her so many things, then had reinforced them by doing what he’d always promised he would-by betraying her himself. When you’re alone, no one can betray you. Reen’s words. Vin wasn’t on duty-the watch-hole was simply one of the few places where she could find solitude.Īnd Vin liked solitude. From within it, a crewmember could watch the street for signs of danger. Vin sat quietly in one of the crew’s watch-holes-a hidden alcove built into the bricks on the side of the safehouse. They drifted in corners, blowing in the breeze and curling in tiny whirlwinds over the cobblestones. The puffs of soot fell like black snowflakes, descending upon the dark city of Luthadel. Vin watched the downy flakes drift through the air. I guess it all comes down to one fact: In the end, I’m the one with the armies. What is to make that man’s opinion any less valid than my own? Perhaps another person, reading of my life, would name me a religious tyrant. But, what man does not? Even the cutthroat, I have noticed, considers his actions “moral” after a fashion. I consider myself to be a man of principle.
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