#kaladin

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

But if it wasn’t about him - if he wasn’t helping the bridgemen because he loathed failure, or because he feared the pain of watching them die - then it would be about them. About Rock’s affable gibes, about Moash’s intensity, about Teft’s earnest gruffness or Peet’s quiet dependability.

And his father’s voice seemed to whisper a reply. Somebody has to start, son. Somebody has to step forward and do what is right, because it is right. If nobody starts, then others cannot follow.

Dalinar had come to help Kaladin’s men, attacking those archers and saving Bridge Four.

The lighteyes don’t care about life, Lirin had said. So I must. So we must.

So you must….

Life before death.

I’ve failed so often. I’ve been knocked to the ground and trod upon.

Strength before weakness.

This would be death I’d lead my friends to…

Journey before destination.

…death, and what is right.