“Why do we fight, Kal? Why do we keep going?”

“I don’t know,” Kaladin whispered. “I’ve forgotten.”

“It’s so we can be with each other.”

“They all die, Tien. Everyone dies.”

“So they do, don’t they?”

“That means it doesn’t matter,” Kaladin said. “None of it matters.”

“See, that’s the wrong way of looking at it.” Tien held him tighter. "Since we all go to the same place in the end, the moments we spent with each other are the only things that do matter. The times we helped each other. If you think of how lucky you both were to be able to help each other when you were together, well, it looks a lot nicer, doesn’t it?”

“I’m not strong enough,” Kaladin whispered.

“You’re strong enough for me.”

“I’m not good enough.”

“You’re good enough for me.”

“I wasn’t there.”

Tien smiled. “You are here for me, Kal."

If the journey itself is indeed the most important piece, rather than the destination itself, then I traveled not to avoid duty - but to seek it.”