“I’m a servant of the government,” Marasi said, “and of the law. Things that you, I believe, have historically had a problem with, Survivor. I appreciate your help on this mission. I’daccept it again in the future.” She shook her head. “But I’m not a good match for your organization. I won’t keep secrets when the truth could save lives.”
She needed to know what was hidden here—but she was a detective. She’dfind answers without selling her soul. Even if it was to the Survivor himself.
Kelsier did not seem like the type of man who appreciated being rejected. But he did eventually nod in acceptance. She shook hands with TwinSoul, offered to help him with Moonlight anyway, then let herself out.
Back into the city.
Back to the people of Elendel.
And as she walked among them—hearing their concerns, their fears, their uncertainty—she remembered things she’dlost to the doldrums of daily work. Plans for her life she’dfollowed for years, but had eventually grown beyond.
Had she grown back into them, then? Wiser, more understanding, more nuanced?
It was then, wrung out and exhausted, yet victorious, that she realized what she wanted.
All she needed was a plan.
***
Prasanva—TwinSoul—watched her go, then shook his head. Unfortunate. And also remarkable. He liked seeing people uphold their personal codes. The aethers, after all, had created all people to think differently from one another.
As the main hallway door shut outside—and Marasi Colms left—Dlavil eased from the shadows behind Kelsier’s seat. The short man bore an intricate and fearsome mask, wooden and painted—but when he spoke, his accent was not that of the Southern Scadrians. It was of Silverlight.
“We will need to deal with her,” Dlavil said softly.
“She is a woman of integrity,” TwinSoul said. “I will not permit harm to come to her.”
“She knows our secrets,” Dlavil said. “She knows this base. She saw what you and Moonlight can do. She glimpsed the maps, the powers, the knowledge. She is dangerous to us now.”
“We offered these things freely,” TwinSoul said, “and although she rejected us, she didnottake from us. Master Kelsier, rein him in.”
“Enough, Dlavil,” Kelsier said, flicking on the light and leaning back in his seat. “TwinSoul is right. She knows nothing that couldn’t be learned from a cursory exploration of the cosmere. We might have to move bases, but that’s our own fault. Moonlight was so certain she’djoin.”
Dlavil held his tongue, his eyes inscrutable behind that cursed mask. TwinSoul hated being unable to get a full read on the man’s expressions, but Dlavil—like his sister who ran amok on Roshar—wore a mask that he never removed; it was grown in to the point that it was practically part of his skin.
“I mean it, Dlavil,” Kelsier said. “You willnotmove against her, or anyone in this city, without my permission. You understand?”
“Yes, Lord Kelsier,” Dlavil said, and withdrew through the back door.
Kelsier sighed audibly, rising from his seat. He joined TwinSoul beside the window, where they looked out at the city.
“Good work yesterday,” Kelsier told him. “Very good work, old friend. We almost lost everything.”
TwinSoul bowed his head in acceptance of the praise. It felt good.
You are blessed,Silajana said in his mind.And worthy of commendation.
That felt even better.
“It should never have gotten this far,” Kelsier said. “Somethingiswrong with Sazed. It’s getting worse.”
“What do we do, my lord?” TwinSoul asked.
Kelsier narrowed his eye. “I,” he whispered softly, “am going to have to have a difficult conversation with ‘God.’”
STERIS
TWO DAYS AFTER DETONATION