Mystic Syn

Kaladin: So *gestures to a fabrial* Who broke it?

*pause*

K: I’m not mad. I just wanna know.

*pause again*

Shallan: I did. I broke––

K: No. No, you didn’t. Wit?

Wit: Don’t look at me. Look at Adolin.

Adolin: What? I didn’t break it.

W: Huh, that’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken?

A: Because it’s sitting right in front of us, and it’s broken.

W: Suspicious.

A: No, it’s not.

Dalinar: If it matters – probably not – but Elhokar was the last one to use it.

Elhokar: Liar! I don’t even use that crap.

D: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the fabrials earlier?

E: I use the spren to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows this, Dalinar.

S: Okay, okay. Let’s not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Kaladin.

K: No! Who broke it?

*pause*

W, whispering: Kaladin. Jasnah’s been awful quiet.

Jasnah: Really?! Oh, my storms.

*chaos ensues as the others fight*

K, talking to Syl: I broke it. It burned my hand, so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each others’ throats with warpaint on their faces and a chull head on a stick *looks back at the chaos* Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.