Well Vin says that there’s something behind all this, right? Some evil force of doom or whatever? Well, if I were said force of doom, then I certainly wouldn’t have used my powers to turn the land black. It just lacks flair. Red. Now, that would be an interesting color.
Perhaps another person, reading of my life, would name me a religious tyrant. He could call me arrogant. What is to make that man’s opinion any less valid than my own? I guess it all comes down to one fact: In the end, I’m the one with the armies.
Vin: I don’t know — and it’s all your fault, you know. I used to understand everything. Now it’s all confused. Kelsier: Yes, we’ve messed you up right properly.
“Well,” Rock said, “is involving much mudbeer and singing.” “How’s that a duel?” “He who can still sing after the most drinks is winner. Plus, soon’ everyone is so drunk that they forget what argument was about.” Teft laughed. “Beats knives at dawn, I suppose.
How could they honestly expect him to have faith in something that taught of miracles and wonders in the far past, but carefully gave excuses for why such things didn’t occur in the present day?
I’m just good at ignoring the fact that I’m terrified. If I ever realize how scared I am, you’ll probably find me trying to hide under those cobblestones over there.
