Our darling Kiruna, there. Mother, when a Warder's Aes Sedai dies, it is as though he swallows her death and is consumed by it from the inside. Min wished Rand's ta'veren tugging at the Pattern could be just a little less complete. Sly insinuation slithered into her voice.
Slipping the knife back up his sleeve, he gathered his hat from the pavement and walked away hurriedly, his boots echoing, a sound empty as the street. So you see, he concluded with a smile that touched only his mouth; an accepting smile, when it's done, she will have a year or more of pain, and I will still be dead. You owe me, country boy. About war, anyway.
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