“Perhaps,” he said, looking up towards the stars. “Whatever else might be said, at least the world chose a nice night upon which to end.” -Wit in Words of Radiance
Wit stepped over to Shallan, then quietly folded his arms around her. She trembled, then twisted, burying her face in his shirt. “You’re not a monster, Shallan,” Wit whispered. “Oh, child. The world is monstrous at times, and there are those who would have you believe that you are terrible by association.” “I am.” “No, for you see, it flows in the other direction. You are not worse for your association with the world, but it is better for its association with you.” -Wit in Oathbringer.