Mistborn Trilogy - Brandon Sanderson [761]
“So,” Elend said, sitting on the bed beside her. “What have you got? Any thoughts?”
Vin paused. “Yes,” she said. “But I can’t tell you.”
Elend frowned.
“It’s not that I don’t trust you,” Vin said. “It’s Ruin. In the last storage cavern, I found a second inscription on the plate, down near the bottom. It warned me that anything I speak—or that I write—will be known by our enemy. So, if we talk too much, he will know our plans.”
“That makes it a bit difficult to work on the problem together.”
Vin took his hands. “Elend, do you know why I finally agreed to marry you?”
Elend shook his head.
“Because I realized that you trusted me,” Vin said. “Trusted me as nobody ever has before. On that night, when I fought Zane, I decided that I had to give my trust to you. This force that’s destroying the world, we have something that it can never understand. I don’t necessarily need your help; I need your trust. Your hope. It’s something I’ve never had of myself, and I rely on yours.”
Elend nodded slowly. “You have it.”
“Thank you.”
“You know,” Elend added, “during those days when you refused to marry me, I constantly thought about how strange you were.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Well, that’s romantic.”
Elend smiled. “Oh, come on. You have to admit that you’re unusual, Vin. You’re like some strange mixture of a noblewoman, a street urchin, and a cat. Plus, you’ve managed—in our short three years together—to kill not only my god, but my father, my brother, and my fiancée. That’s kind of like a homicidal hat trick. It’s a strange foundation for a relationship, wouldn’t you say?”
Vin just rolled her eyes.
“I’m just glad I don’t have any other close relatives,” Elend said. Then, he eyed her. “Except for you, of course.”
“I’m not about to drown myself, if that’s what you’re getting at.”
“No,” Elend said. “I’m sorry. I’m just . . . well, you know. Anyway, I was explaining something. In the end, I stopped worrying about how strange you seemed. I realized that it didn’t really matter if I understood you, because I trusted you. Does that make sense? Either way, I guess I’m saying that I agree. I don’t really know what you’re doing, and I don’t have any clue how you’re going to achieve it. But, well, I trust that you’ll do it.”
Vin pulled close to him.
“I just wish there were something I could do to help,” Elend said.
“Then take the whole numbers part,” Vin said, frowning distastefully. Though she’d been the one to think something was odd about the percentages of those who fell to the mists, Elend knew that she found numbers troublesome. She didn’t have the training, or the practice, to deal with them.
“You’re sure that’s even related?” Elend asked.
“You were the one who thought that the percentages were so strange.”
“Good point. All right, I’ll work on it.”
“Just don’t tell me what you discover,” Vin said.
“Well, how is that going to help anything?”
“Trust,” Vin said. “You can tell me what to do, just don’t tell me why. Maybe we can stay ahead of this thing.”
Stay ahead of it? Elend thought. It has the power to bury the entire empire in ash, and can apparently hear every single word we say. How do we “stay ahead” of something like that? But, he had just promised to trust Vin, so he did so.
Vin pointed at the table. “Is that your letter to Yomen?”
Elend nodded. “I’m hoping that he’ll talk to me, now that I’m actually here.”
“Slowswift does seem to think that Yomen is a good man. Maybe he’ll listen.”
“Somehow, I doubt it,” Elend said. He sat softly for a moment, then made a fist, gritting his teeth in frustration. “I told the others that I want to try diplomacy, but I know that Yomen is going to reject my message. That’s why I brought my army in the first place—I could have just sent you to sneak in, like you did in Urteau. However, sneaking in didn’t help us much there; we still have to secure the city if we want the supplies.
“We need this city. Even if you hadn’t felt so driven to discover what was in the cache, I would have come here. The threat Yomen poses to