Pattern hummed. “Truth is individual.” “What? No it’s not. Truth is…it’s Truth. Reality.” — Brandon Sanderson

“I have to protect him,” Kaladin whispered.

Why?

“If I protect …” He coughed. “If I protect…only the people I like, it means that I don’t care about doing what is right.” If he did that, he only cared about what was convenient for himself.

That wasn’t protecting. That was selfishness.

To age truly was to suffer the ultimate treason, that of one’s body against oneself.

Adeline placed the glyphward in the brazier, then bowed his head as it burned. A prayer to the Almighty for aid. His combatants for the day would probably be burning their own prayers. How did the Almighty decide whom to help?