He said, "How can the inconsequence of your life not shame you?"He said, "How do you not feel empty?"I do, she thought as she pushed through the library doors and let them thud behind her. I do.”

Little Arin has missed me. I will not be parted from him.""Would you consider changing his name?""No.""What if I begged?""Not a chance.""Roshar, the tiger has grown.""And what a sweet big boy he is.

.. it occured to him that he might have to grow comfortable with happiness, because it might not abandon him this time.

He said, "How can the inconsequence of your life not shame you?"He said, "How do you not feel empty?"I do, she thought as she pushed through the library doors and let them thud behind her. I do.

You haven't asked me about Arin," Roshar said as he rode alongside him."What?""The tiger. Not the surly human.

How did you ever survive, little slave, with that mouth of yours?

She would have stopped him. She would have wished herself deaf, blind, made of unfeeling smoke. She would have stopped his words out of terror, longing. The way terror and longing had become indistinguishable.

His dark head bowed, became lost in its own shadow.