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Kelsiers Primary Character Trait Is His Pure, Insurmountable Little Shit Energy, Which Allows Him To
Kelsier’s primary character trait is his pure, insurmountable little shit energy, which allows him to become SUCH a NUISANCE to the IMMORTAL, UNBEATABLE Lord Ruler that he does the impossible and WINS.
And yeah, he’s utterly, obnoxiously loveable.
Kelsier is such a little shit, but I love him anyway
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Time is order.
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We’re not moments, Megan, you and me. We’re events. You say you might not be the same person you were a year ago? Well, who is? I’m sure not. We change, like swirling clouds and a rising sun. The cells in me have died, and new ones were born....I’m not the same David. Yet I am.
I’m glad you’re not the same Megan. I don’t want you to be the same. My Megan is a sunrise, always changing, yet beautiful the entire time.
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