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Kaladin breathed out, standing. "I'm going outside." He walked loudly, trying to make sure Ash heard him. Then he stepped out, nonchalantly leaving the door open. T The guard standing watch by Ash's room protested. "You can't leave it open! She's dangerous!" Kaladin rolled his eyes. "Storm off. I'm staying here. Go on a lunch break or something." The guard left. He was one of the ones folded into the ranks because of staffing issues; Kaladin hadn't trained him personally. Kaladin sank to the floor, leaned against the wall, and waited.

Kaladin slowly reached out, touching her free hand and folding it around the mud on the ground, which created the loose shape of a spire. He pulled his hand free, watching her closely.

Kaladin took out his canteen and poured a little water onto the pile he'd added to. He then molded it into the shape of a building, and put a little stick on top for a flag pole. He felt absurd and ridiculous, but what did it matter? He dripped some water near Ash's pile and nodded encouragingly.

Kaladin made another pile, adding it to hers. Then he ran a hand through his hair and looked back at her the same why she was looking at him. "What?" He whispered. "Is it so hard to believe I want to talk to you? Or do you still not understand?"

He watched her. Tilting his head, he followed her movements, making his own pile. "So neat, huh?" he asked, chuckling. "Wish my life looked like this." He swept away his pile, scattering the dirt.

Kaladin sighed. He sat down in front of her, leaning against the wall of the room, silent. Thinking.

Kaladin felt helpless as he watched her incomprehension. No, he thought, shaking himself. You can help her. You have to help her. You...you were just like her. Had he been, though? It was hard to remember those days. They were clouded somehow. Exhaling softly, Kaladin strode forward and took Ash's arm. "You can't hear me, can you?"

Kaladin continued to speak in a low voice, his mind on autopilot. Ash wasn't like most of the other people Kaladin had helped before, and he was kind of at a loss. "Ash," he said, louder. "Do you want to come outside? See the light again?"

I apologize. (not really)

Kaladin backed away, holding his hands before him. “Hey,” he said softly. “Ash, right?” She was cringing away from him.

Kaladin half lashed her again, then sat on a stone while she casually lay in the air. What should he do? Take her to the facility? She was going to hurt herself. And Rock said she sliced open her leg… A few moments later Kaladin stood outside, listening to Ash’s heavy breathing. He’d put her in a brightly lit, comfortable room for now. He didn’t want to be like the ardents, but he also didn’t trust her around other people yet. She was awake, though.

Yes. Yes it is.

I CONCUR

Dear Mr. Hamilton

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