Mistborn #01 The Final Empire

lot about all the metals, but you’re just a Misting, right?”
    Marsh nodded. He didn’t look like he intended to respond, though.
    Let’s try something, then, Vin thought, extinguishing her bronze. She lightly began burning copper to mask her Allomancy. Marsh didn’t react, instead continuing to look down at Kelsier and the caravan.
    I should be invisible to his senses, she thought, carefully burning both zinc and brass. She reached, just as Breeze had been training her to do, and subtly touched Marsh’s emotions. She suppressed his suspicions and inhibitions, while at the same time bringing out his sense of wistfulness. Theoretically, that would make him more likely to talk.
    “You must have learned somewhere?” Vin asked carefully.
    He’ll see what I did for sure. He’s going to get angry and—
    “I Snapped when I was very young,” Marsh said. “I’ve had a long time to practice.”
    “So have a lot of people,” Vin said.
    “I . . . had reasons. They’re hard to explain.”
    “They always are,” Vin said, slightly increasing her Allomantic pressure.
    “You know how Kelsier feels about the nobility?” Marsh asked, turning toward her, his eyes like ice.
    Ironeyes, she thought. Like they said. She nodded to his question.
    “Well, I feel the same way about the obligators,” he said, turning away. “I’ll do anything to hurt them. They took our mother—that’s when I Snapped, and that’s when I vowed to destroy them. So, I joined the rebellion and started learning all I could about Allomancy. Inquisitors use it, so I had to understand it—understand everything I could, be as good as I could, and are you Soothing me?”
    Vin started, abruptly extinguishing her metals. Marsh turned back toward her again, his expression cold.
    Run! Vin thought. She almost did. It was nice to know that the old instincts were still there, if buried just a bit.
    “Yes,” she said meekly.
    “You are good,” Marsh said. “I’d have never known if I hadn’t started rambling. Stop it.”
    “I already have.”
    “Good,” Marsh said. “That’s the second time you’ve altered my emotions. Never do it again.”
    Vin nodded. “Second time?”
    “The first was in my shop, eight months ago.”
    That’s right. Why don’t I remember him? “I’m sorry.”
    Marsh shook his head, finally turning away. “You’re Mistborn—that’s what you do. He does the same thing.” He was looking down at Kelsier.
    They sat quietly for a few moments.
    “Marsh?” Vin asked. “How did you know I was Mistborn? I only knew how to Soothe back then.”
    Marsh shook his head. “You knew the other metals instinctively. You were burning pewter and tin that day—just a tiny bit, barely noticeable. You probably got the metals from water and dining utensils. Did you ever wonder why you survived when so many others died?”
    Vin paused. I did live through a lot of beatings. A lot of days with no food, nights spent in alleys during rain or ashfalls . . .
    Marsh nodded. “Very few people, even Mistborn, are so attuned to Allomancy that they burn metals instinctively. That’s what interested me in you—that’s why I kept track of you and told Dockson where to find you. And, are you Pushing my emotions again?”
    Vin shook her head. “I promise.”
    Marsh frowned, studying her with one of his stony gazes.
    “So stern,” Vin said quietly. “Like my brother.”
    “Were you close?”
    “I hated him,” Vin whispered.
    Marsh paused, then turned away. “I see.”
    “Do you hate Kelsier?”
    Marsh shook his head. “No, I don’t hate him. He’s frivolous and self-important, but he’s my brother.”
    “And that’s enough?” Vin asked.
    Marsh nodded.
    “I . . . have trouble understanding that,” Vin said honestly, looking out over the field of skaa, boxes, and sacks.
    “Your brother didn’t treat you well, I presume?”
    Vin shook her head.
    “What about your parents?” Marsh said. “One was a nobleman. The other?”
    “Mad,” Vin said. “She heard voices. It got so bad that my brother was afraid to leave us alone with her. But, of course, he didn’t have a choice. . . .”
    Marsh sat quietly, not speaking. How did this get turned back to me? Vin thought. He’s no Soother, yet he’s getting as much out of me as I’m getting out of him.
    Still, it was good to speak it finally. She reached up, idly fingering her earring. “I don’t remember it,” she said, “but Reen said that he came home one day and