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BRIDGE FOUR

I will make you what you were. For a short time. I am the leftover strength of oaths sworn. I am the truth you once knew. Take it again, for the briefest time, and soar.
I will burn away only myself, Auxiliary said. My personality. That should leave you with my body, the weapon, to still use. This is my destination, but not yours.

Aux😭😭😭😭

alomancy!!!!!!

These were TimeTellers, one faction among the many Scadrian political movements. Theoretically they were neutral in the current conflicts.
A group of scientists, seeking to "understand the various mysteries of the cosmere."

Is this a hint to Ghostbloods????

"A lesson for you," he said. "You never get to be ready. You just have to move forward anyway.
That's something Kaladin taught me." He undid her manacle.

MY MAN

Rebeke is in looooooooove

That was beautiful, what they did, Auxiliary said.
You're Connected fully to this place, somehow. You're a man of two homeworlds now.

Words are power, the knight whispers, as long as they have meaning. As long as they have Intent.

Sigzil that’s right!!!!!!!

He arranged his arms in a cross pat-tern, wrists touching, and softly mouthed the words.
"Bridge Four.

I AM EMOTIONAL

He was the rain, suddenly freed from the cloud and cast into the sky. He was the lightning, so eager to move that it jumped through empty space with frenzied splintering. He was the thunder that hit when you weren't expecting it, warping the air with its rhythms. He was the storm. Falling on foreign lands, but still the same as it had always been.

Now, now, the knight says. You're not an idiot, Nomad. An idiot is someone without knowledge or ability. You're something else: a person with knowledge or ability who misuses it. That makes you a fool instead.
"And you got those definitions from...
Wit, naturally.
"Of course.'

"Same is said of the storm on my homeworld,"
Nomad said. "But I know someone who survived it, then inspired a whole host of us to do the same.

KALADIN STORMBLESSED

"I used to live for my friends," Nomad said softly:
"But those days are gone. Then I lived to protect the cosmere-for a brief time harboring one of its most dangerous secrets. Now...now I live to run."

"I'll settle," he said, "for no gods intentionally thwarting me for once.
She seemed troubled by that statement—as well she should.

"The Night Brigade commands armies of the dead," he said. "They're largely a mercenary force, known for their brutal efficiency. They're the only army I know that makes you keep on fighting after you've died. They are not sympathetic to the problems of local people. To put it mildly."

Yeah, no," Nomad said. "That's not a new star or an asteroid, Contemplation. That's a massive warship in low orbit around the planet. They're called the Night Brigade. Distant cousins of yours, actu-ally. They're here to kill me."

fuck, already?

That's a sight, the knight says with awe. Just water and stones, but on such a scale as to be beautiful.
Amazing. Why is it we hate traveling these worlds again?
"Because we're being hunted?"
Right, of course, yes. But...I do wish we could pause a little more often and just enjoy the view.
Enjoying views was for someone who didn't have a gun to his head.

"I don't need to breathe," he said. "Quirk of my heritage. I mean, I like breathing. Feels normal, lets me talk. Better to use natural processes to oxygenate the blood when possible. But I don't strictly need it. And I can take a vacuum without much trouble. Been doing that for decades."

Someone out there in the cosmere would probably be fascinated by this. Threnodite shades who were somewhat self-aware? And who could rearrange the structure of metal as if it were Investiture to be sculpted? Maybe that was why the Scadrians were here, in their secretive research station beneath the ground.

Warbreaker mentioned!!!!! Really love that book