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“Ten spears go to battle," he whispered, “and nine shatter. Did the war forge the one that remained? No, Amaram. All the war did was identify the spear that would not break.”

I will protect those I hate. Even . . . if the one I hate most . . . is myself.

Your will matters not! Syl shouted. You cannot hold me back if he speaks the Words! The Words, Kaladin! Say them! ‘I will protect even those I hate,’ Kaladin whispered through bloody lips. ‘So long as it is right.’

My father thinks I’m a better man than he is. Unfortunately for you, he’s wrong.

Honor is dead. But I’ll see what I can do.