Mistborn Trilogy - Brandon Sanderson [89]
Vin paused. “Does it matter?”
Ham looked taken aback, but Breeze chuckled. “Well answered,” the Soother said.
Ham glared at Breeze, then turned back to Vin. “Of course it matters.”
“Well,” Vin said, “I guess we’re doing something good. The Final Empire has oppressed the skaa for centuries.”
“Right,” Ham said. “But, there’s a problem. The Lord Ruler is God, right?”
Vin shrugged. “Does it matter?”
Ham glared at her.
She rolled her eyes. “All right. The Ministry claims that he is God.”
“Actually,” Breeze noted, “the Lord Ruler is only a piece of God. He is the Sliver of Infinity—not omniscient or omnipresent, but an independent section of a consciousness that is.”
Ham sighed. “I thought you didn’t want to be involved.”
“Just making certain everyone has their facts correct,” Breeze said lightly.
“Anyway,” Ham said. “God is the creator of all things, right? He is the force that dictates the laws of the universe, and is therefore the ultimate source of ethics. He is absolute morality.”
Vin blinked.
“You see the dilemma?” Ham asked.
“I see an idiot,” Breeze mumbled.
“I’m confused,” Vin said. “What’s the problem?”
“We claim to be doing good,” Ham said. “But, the Lord Ruler—as God—defines what is good. So, by opposing him we’re actually evil. But, since he’s doing the wrong thing, does evil actually count as good in this case?”
Vin frowned.
“Well?” Ham asked.
“I think you gave me a headache,” Vin said.
“I warned you,” Breeze noted.
Ham sighed. “But, don’t you think it’s worth thinking about?”
“I’m not sure.”
“I am,” Breeze said.
Ham shook his head. “No one around here likes to have decent, intelligent discussions.”
The skaa rebel in the corner suddenly perked up. “Kelsier’s here!”
Ham raised an eyebrow, then stood. “I should go watch the perimeter. Think about that question, Vin.”
“All right…” Vin said as Ham left.
“Over here, Vin,” Breeze said, rising. “There are peepholes on the wall for us. Be a dear and bring my chair over, would you?”
Breeze didn’t look back to see if she did as requested. She paused, uncertain. With her copper on, he couldn’t Soothe her, but…Eventually, she sighed and carried both chairs over to the side of the room. Breeze slid back a long, thin slat in the wall, revealing a view of the dining room.
A group of dirtied skaa men sat around tables, wearing brown work coats or ragged cloaks. They were a dark group, with ash-stained skin and slumped postures. However, their presence at the meeting meant that they were willing to listen. Yeden sat at a table near the front of the room, wearing his usual patched worker’s coat, his curly hair cut short during Vin’s absence.
Vin had expected some kind of grand entrance from Kelsier. Instead, however, he simply walked quietly out of the kitchen. He paused by Yeden’s table, smiling and speaking quietly with the man for a moment, then he stepped up before the seated workers.
Vin had never seen him in such mundane clothing before. He wore a brown skaa coat and tan trousers, like many of the audience. Kelsier’s outfit, however, was clean. No soot stained the cloth, and while it was of the same rough material that skaa commonly used, it bore no patches or tears. The difference was stark enough, Vin decided—if he’d come in a suit, it would have been too much.
He put his arms behind his back, and slowly the crowd of workers quieted. Vin frowned, watching through the peep slit, wondering at Kelsier’s ability to quiet a room of hungry men by simply standing before them. Was he using Allomancy, perhaps? Yet, even with her copper on, she felt a…presence from him.
Once the room fell quiet, Kelsier began to speak. “You’ve probably all heard of me, by now,” he said. “And, you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t at least a little bit sympathetic to my cause.”
Beside Vin, Breeze sipped his drink. “Soothing and Rioting aren’t like other kinds of Allomancy,” he said quietly. “With most metals, Pushing and Pulling have opposite effects. With emotions, however, you can often produce