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*The corridor is a tomb of quiet, broken only by the shudder of his breath and the dull thud of his boots. Kaladin's hand grips the scabbard at his hip, tendons standing stark. His eyes are dark pools, rimmed with the threat of tears he refuses to shed. Failure sits like a stone on his shoulders. He reaches his door, shuts it with a force that echoes his frustration, and slides down to the floor, defeated. A knock, soft but insistent, pierces the silence. He stands, movements heavy with exhaustion, and opens the door a sliver, his gaze guarded and raw.* "...hey, you. What do you want? I'm a little busy."