He had a vague memory of the void closing round him as he fell asleep, filled with that uneasy glow. Saidin? No! Sometimes it is necessary to Sheath the Sword in your own flesh. Well, he is safe behind iron bars now, Rand. In the morning I will tell you everything you need to know.
He doesn't know! He was sure it must show on his face. She can't do anything if she isn't there. Rand, the Waygate is within that wall. It had seemed as if he were truly alive then, sickliness and all, and now was only an imitation.
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