kaladin

Kaladin frowned. __ait. Are you wearing cologne? In prison?___ell, there was no need to be barbaric, just because I was incarcerated.___torms, you__e spoiled,_ Kaladin said, smiling.____ refined, you insolent farmer,_ Adolin said. Then he grinned. __esides, I__l have you know that I had to use cold water for my baths while here.___oor boy.

If the afterlife really is a big war,_ Kaladin said, __hen I hope I end up in Damnation. At least there I might be able to get a wink or two of sleep.

Fleet kept running,_ Kaladin growled, getting back under Elhokar__ arm.__hat?___e couldn't win, but he kept running. And when the storm caught him, it didn't matter that he__ died, because he__ run for all he had.___ure. All right._ The king sounded groggy, though Kaladin couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or the blood loss.__e all die in the end, you see,_ Kaladin said. __o I guess what truly matters is just how well you've run. And Elhokar, you've kept running since your father was killed, even if you screw up all the storming time.___hank you?_ the king said, drowsy.

What do you know?___lmost everything. That almost part can be a real kick in the teeth sometimes.___hat do you want, then?___hat I can__ have._ Wit turned to him, eyes solemn. __ame as everyone else, Kaladin Stormblessed.

Humans don__ make sense.___f you__e only now learning that,_ Kaladin said, __hen you haven__ been paying attention.

Perhaps I am an insensitive rich woman. That doesn't change the fact that you can be downright mean and offensive, Kaladin Stormblessed.

He'd never been an optimist. He saw the world as it was, or he tried to. That was a problem, though, when the truth he saw was so terrible.

The only time you seem honest is when you__e insulting someone!___he only honest things I can say to you are insults.