[He's got his dry little grin on, teasing, even through the lightning flash afterimage of old grief. Iris never martyred herself behind his back. She schemes, but she tells the people who need to know, mostly, or she has in his experience.]
No, likely not.
[There's no resentment or derision there - for all his rebellions, he was never the zealot in quite the same way Kel was. But he understands the gap, the unbreachable feeling of the chasm, however wide - or in his case, narrow.]
Kel never - even for years before he knew he was mistborn. He was never in the fields or the mills. He never - worried, like I worried, he was never surprised every day we were still alive. We never had much, once we were on our own, but he never had nothing, either. I made sure.
That - confidence. Not bravery but actual fearlessness, because he didn't think anyone could touch him. Some of it was just him, of course.
[But some of it Marsh did. That's - the best thing he's ever done. And Kelsier died and Marsh lived, because the universe has a terrible sense of humor.]
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[He's got his dry little grin on, teasing, even through the lightning flash afterimage of old grief. Iris never martyred herself behind his back. She schemes, but she tells the people who need to know, mostly, or she has in his experience.]
No, likely not.
[There's no resentment or derision there - for all his rebellions, he was never the zealot in quite the same way Kel was. But he understands the gap, the unbreachable feeling of the chasm, however wide - or in his case, narrow.]
Kel never - even for years before he knew he was mistborn. He was never in the fields or the mills. He never - worried, like I worried, he was never surprised every day we were still alive. We never had much, once we were on our own, but he never had nothing, either. I made sure.
That - confidence. Not bravery but actual fearlessness, because he didn't think anyone could touch him. Some of it was just him, of course.
[But some of it Marsh did. That's - the best thing he's ever done. And Kelsier died and Marsh lived, because the universe has a terrible sense of humor.]
I never understood him. Not that part.