[ He doesn't think much of it at first, his eyes ahead on the road, and every so often, flick back to Kaladin, gauging his movements, learning him as carefully as he learned the tower guards.
He says nothing when the spirit moves closer, only to watch her too. Her curious glance, the way she shifted and danced closer.
There's no reaction, in the end, he doesn't rage and spill blood, not for this. There was no fighting a spirit. He simply swallowed the old pain (and new still, like a wound that could never close), and he heard the heart breath.
( I will be glad to rest ) And it double thumbed against his chest, cold and familiar. She sighed and wept and laughed and bubbled like time itself kept contained. ]
Leave her be, she has seen enough. [ Though in the end, even as he walks, he doesn't shove the strange spirit free. He simply stands, feet planted like he might take root. ]
fear the mighty assassin
He says nothing when the spirit moves closer, only to watch her too. Her curious glance, the way she shifted and danced closer.
There's no reaction, in the end, he doesn't rage and spill blood, not for this. There was no fighting a spirit. He simply swallowed the old pain (and new still, like a wound that could never close), and he heard the heart breath.
( I will be glad to rest ) And it double thumbed against his chest, cold and familiar. She sighed and wept and laughed and bubbled like time itself kept contained. ]
Leave her be, she has seen enough. [ Though in the end, even as he walks, he doesn't shove the strange spirit free. He simply stands, feet planted like he might take root. ]