She’d been through too many recent twists in her fortune, too many emotional strains—both Allomantic and non-Allomantic. She wasn’t certain what she wanted anymore; she wasn’t certain if she were Vin or Valette, or even which of them she wished she were.

You cannot help here—there is beauty in compassion, but one must learn wisdom too.”

palace soldiers.

cowl.

wantonly …

“Sometimes we simply have to wait long enough, mistress,” he said. “Then we find out why exactly it was that we kept believing.

When you remember me, please remember that. Remember to smile.

“Anyone can believe in someone, or something, that always succeeds, mistress. But failure … now, that is hard to believe in, certainly and truly. Difficult enough to have value, I think.”

“Belief isn’t simply a thing for fair times and bright days, I think. What is belief—what is faith—if you don’t continue in it after failure?”