Mistborn #01 The Final Empire

bandage around the arm wound. He moved onto the cheek.
    “Why would you fight a Mistborn?” Kelsier asked sternly. “You should have run. Didn’t you learn anything from your battle with the Inquisitors?”
    “I couldn’t get away without turning my back on her,” Vin said. “Besides, she had more atium than me. If I hadn’t attacked, she would have chased me down. I had to strike while we were equally matched.”
    “But how did you get into this in the first place?” Kelsier demanded. “Did she attack you?”
    Vin glanced down at her feet. “I attacked first.”
    “Why?” Kelsier asked.
    Vin sat for a moment, Sazed working on her cheek. “She was going to kill Elend,” she finally said.
    Kelsier exhaled in exasperation. “Elend Venture? You risked your life—risked the plan, and our lives—for that fool of a boy?”
    Vin looked up, glaring at him. “Yes.”
    “What is wrong with you, girl?” Kelsier asked. “Elend Venture isn’t worth this.”
    She stood angrily, Sazed backing away, the cloak falling the floor. “He’s a good man!”
    “He’s a nobleman!”
    “ So are you! ” Vin snapped. She waved a frustrated arm toward the kitchen and the crew. “What do you think this is, Kelsier? The life of a skaa? What do any of you know about skaa? Aristocratic suits, stalking your enemies in the night, full meals and nightcaps around the table with your friends? That’s not the life of a skaa!”
    She took a step forward, glaring at Kelsier. He blinked in surprise at the outburst.
    “What do you know about them, Kelsier?” she asked. “When’s the last time you slept in an alley, shivering in the cold rain, listening to the beggar next to you cough with a sickness you knew would kill him? When’s the last time you had to lay awake at night, terrified that one of the men in your crew would try to rape you? Have you ever knelt, starving, wishing you had the courage to knife the crewmember beside you just so you could take his crust of bread? Have you ever cowered before your brother as he beat you, all the time feeling thankful because at least you had someone who paid attention to you? ”
    She fell silent, puffing slightly, the crewmembers staring at her.
    “Don’t talk to me about noblemen,” Vin said. “And don’t say things about people you don’t know. You’re no skaa—you’re just noblemen without titles.”
    She turned, stalking from the room. Kelsier watched her go, shocked, hearing her footsteps on the stairs. He stood, dumbfounded, feeling a surprising flush of ashamed guilt.
    And, for once, found himself without anything to say.

    Vin didn’t go to her room. She climbed to the roof, where the mists curled in the quiet, unlit night. She sat down in the corner, the rough stone lip of the flat rooftop against her nearly bare back, wood beneath her.
    She was cold, but she didn’t care. Her arm hurt a bit, but it was mostly numb. She didn’t feel nearly numb enough herself.
    She crossed her arms, huddling down, watching the mists. She didn’t know what to think, let alone what to feel. She shouldn’t have exploded at Kelsier, but everything that had happened . . . the fight, Elend’s betrayal . . . it just left her feeling frustrated. She needed to be angry at someone .
    You should just be angry at yourself, Reen’s voice whispered. You’re the one who let them get close. Now they’re all just going to leave you.
    She couldn’t make it stop hurting. She could only sit and shiver as the tears fell, wondering how everything had collapsed so quickly.
    The trapdoor to the rooftop opened with a quiet creak, and Kelsier’s head appeared.
    Oh, Lord Ruler! I don’t want to face him now. She tried to wipe away her tears, but she only succeeded in aggravating the freshly stitched wound on her cheek.
    Kelsier closed the trapdoor behind him, then stood, so tall and proud, staring up at the mists. He didn’t deserve the things I said. None of them did.
    “Watching the mists is comforting, isn’t it?” Kelsier asked.
    Vin nodded.
    “What is it I once told you? The mists protect you, they give you power . . . they hide you. . . .”
    He looked down, then he walked over and crouched before her, holding out a cloak. “There are some things you can’t hide from, Vin. I know—I’ve tried.”
    She accepted the cloak, then wrapped it around her shoulders.
    “What happened tonight?” he asked. “What really happened?”
    “Elend told me that he didn’t want to be with