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I can't believe I've almost reached the end of the adventure.

“You’re not supposed to let people use your Blade,” Kaladin said. “By tradition, only the king and the highprinces do that.”
“Great,” she said. “You can report me to Brightness Navani for being wildly indecent and ignorant of protocol. For now, can we just survive, please?”

Shallan nodded, holding his eyes. “Yes. It would be nice if nobody in the world knew of those things, Kaladin Stormblessed. I agree. With everything I have.”
He saw it in her eyes. The anguish, the frustration. The terrible nothing that clawed inside and sought to smother her. She knew. It was there, inside. She had been broken.
Then she smiled. Oh, storms. She smiled anyway.

Kaladin frowned. “Wait. Are you wearing cologne? In prison?”
“Well, there was no need to be barbaric, just because I was incarcerated.”
“Storms, you’re spoiled,” Kaladin said, smiling.
“I’m refined, you insolent farmer,” Adolin said. Then he grinned. “Besides, I’ll have you know that I had to use cold water for my baths while here.”
“Poor boy.”

I love the idea of chatting via spanreed:)

“I’m in no mood for your games today, Wit.”
Wit plucked a note on his instrument. “Everyone always says that—which, first off, makes it a cliche. I am led to wonder. Is anyone ever in the mood for my games? And if they are, would that not defeat the point of my type of game in the first place?”

End of Part 3. So many interesting things happening.

I want Elokhar to die a slow and painful death.

“Humble, aren’t we?” Adolin said, striding down the stone hallway, Kaladin falling into step beside him.
“No.”
“That was a joke, bridgeboy.”
“My mistake. I was under the impression that jokes were supposed to be funny.”
“Only to people with a sense of humor.”
“Ah, of course,” Kaladin said. “I traded in my sense of humor long ago.”
“And what did you get for it?”
“Scars,” Kaladin said softly.

The Kholins have so many enemies, I'm surprised so many of them have survived.

“Kaladin exhaled softly. “You sound like Tukks used to.”
“Oh? Was he brilliant, beautiful, and always right?”
“He was loud, intolerant, and profoundly acerbic,” Kaladin said, standing up. “But yes, he was basically always right.”

I love Syl's self-flattery:)