Mistborn #01 The Final Empire

have power over this thing, others would gain power over her through it. She started burning copper—as Kelsier had taught her—to shield herself from further manipulations on Breeze’s part.
    The door opened again, and a familiar vest-wearing form tromped in. “Hey, Vin,” Ham said with a friendly wave. He walked over to the table, eyeing the wine. “Breeze, you know that the rebellion doesn’t have the money for that kind of thing.”
    “Kelsier will reimburse them,” Breeze said with a dismissive wave. “I simply cannot work with a dry throat. How is the area?”
    “Secure,” Ham said. “But I’ve got Tineyes on the corners just in case. Your bolt-exit is behind that hatch in the corner.”
    Breeze nodded, and Ham turned, looking at Clubs’s apprentice. “You Smoking back there, Cobble?”
    The boy nodded.
    “Good lad,” Ham said. “That’s everything, then. Now we just have to wait for Kell’s speech.”
    Breeze checked his pocket watch. “He’s not scheduled for another few minutes. Shall I have someone fetch you a cup?”
    “I’ll pass,” Ham said.
    Breeze shrugged, sipping his wine.
    There was a moment of silence. Finally, Ham spoke. “So . . .”
    “No,” Breeze interrupted.
    “But—”
    “Whatever it is, we don’t want to hear about it.”
    Ham gave the Soother a flat stare. “You can’t Push me into complacence, Breeze.”
    Breeze rolled his eyes, taking a drink.
    “What?” Vin asked. “What were you going to say?”
    “Don’t encourage him, my dear,” Breeze said.
    Vin frowned. She glanced at Ham, who smiled.
    Breeze sighed. “Just leave me out of it. I’m not in the mood for one of Ham’s inane debates.”
    “Ignore him,” Ham said eagerly, pulling his chair a little bit closer to Vin. “So, I’ve been wondering. By overthrowing the Final Empire are we doing something good, or are we doing something bad?”
    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