İdil Drita
@hoid
Elend Venture’s spirit strumbled into the Cognitive Realm beside him (Kelsier), tripping and collapsing to the ground. He groaned, and Kelsier grinned at him.
Elend blinked as Kelsier held out a hand. “I always imagined death,” Elend said, letting Kelsier help him to his feet, “as being greeted by everyone I’ve ever loved in life. I hadn’t imagined that would include you.”
Reklam
Survive
“Do better, Kelsier,” Preservation commanded, his voice fading. “If the end comes, get them below ground. It might help. And remember... remember what I told you, so long ago... Do what I cannot, Kelsier... SURVIVE.”
“Is there hope?” Kelsier called.
“What if I told you no?” Nazh said over his shoulder. “What if I said I figured you were damn well ruined, so to speak. Would it change what you were going to do?”
“No.”
“Anyone can die,” Kelsier whispered, dropping the bloodied shard of glass. “Anyone.”
And a thought, a seed of a plan, began to form in his mind.