Your friendly neighborhood Negative Nancy de las Needles

[myironeyes]

[Public, filtered away from Vin]

If anyone has mending that needs to be done. I sew.


[Spam for Zane]

[He knocks, brusquely as ever, burning bronze as usual. He is carrying pie.]

It's me.


[Spam sort of for Touko]

[He leaves a package of snacks his younger self took and hid on her doorstep: a lot of apples and little pastries. Things without their own packaging, that he recognized as food. There's a handwritten note on old-fashioned, handmade brown paper, in neat, cramped handwriting.]

I remember you said you didn't like people watching. Take care of yourself.

- Marsh

Comments

[spam]

[myironeyes]

I won't fight you. But I'll take you to the CES and you can use them, if Charles agrees.

[Because he can infer that at least part of that is about avoiding Kelsier.]

[spam]

[godsays]

I want a city again. I want to do what I'm good at. I don't want to wait here for the voice to break through again, or to learn to care about people and have that make me lose control.

The CES is - running on a treadmill. It's not real. And burning aluminum when I leave it just reinforces the cage I have here.

[spam]

[myironeyes]

There will be cities.

You won't have to stay aboard for the next one.

[spam]

[godsays]

You don't know that.

[spam]

[myironeyes]

Probably.

[spam]

[godsays]

Everyone says I'm not powerless, but I don't -

Being a Mistborn is beautiful. It's graceful. Mistborn become killers, but they're not born to it.

I don't want to kill anymore. I want to be Mistborn. But I'm trapped with killing, and I don't think I'll ever get my powers back.

[spam]

[myironeyes]

[Marsh doesn't smile. But he wants to, a little, and it makes his expression milder. He is - moved. It was moving.]

Have you told Charles that? Exactly that, all of it.

[spam]

[godsays]

...no.

I didn't even really think it.

[Not until just then. He's a little surprised his own self.]

[spam]

[myironeyes]

Perhaps you should.

It sounded. Worthwhile, to me.

[spam]

[godsays]

...maybe.

[spam]

[myironeyes]

I never liked Mistborn, you know.

[It's a little bit dour, but mostly just conversational.]

Kelsier didn't snap until very late. I mostly thought of them as...everything I disliked about nobles, but moreso.

But that - you made it sound lovely, just now. A fine thing to want to be. I don't know Charles well. But I think any good warden would respond to that.

[spam]

[godsays]

[A sharp look, but he understands, after a moment.]

I'll talk to him.

...noble Mistborn have a world, you know. At night. After a while, you get to recognize most of those who live near you - not who they are, but they way they use metals. The way they move in midair. There are never more than a handful anyway.

I think there's an understanding that most of their masters never feel.

You know I fought with Kelsier once. I thought he was someone from Elariel - I think he knew I was Venture. I didn't realize it was him until we fought here, and I saw him use a technique I've never seen anyone else try.

[spam]

[myironeyes]

Even Inquisitors had - something like camaraderie.

[He doesn't shudder, but he doesn't fully manage to suppress it, either. Softly -]

Tell me about how he is, then. As a Mistborn.

[It's not a side of Kelsier he rejected, exactly. Scoffed at, a little (he always was a show-off), and then had other things to do, away from the rest of the rebellion, and never really. Saw.]

[spam]

[godsays]

Graceful. Like he was born to the mists. To the sky.