#ulef

[mistbornbaby]

“Then this is my fault,” Vin said. “Ulef and the others...”

“It was Camon’s fault,” Kelsier said firmly. ... “You going to be alright?”

Vin looked up from Ulef’s mangled corpse, trying to remain strong. She shrugged. “None of them were my friends.”

“That’s kind of coldhearted, Vin.”

“I know,” she said with a quiet nod.

...Is admitting that it’s coldhearted count as progress?...

[mistbornbaby]

One, Vin noticed in a moment of shock, has been Ulef. The boy’s face was contorted and pained, the front of his chest a mass of broken bones and ripped flesh—as if someone had forcibly torn the rib cage apart with his hands.

Oh geez... huh, well... oof. I did not like Ulef. But... this. This does Not Feel Good (tm)

[mistbornbaby]

"And the wife?" Vin asked.

Ulef glanced at Harmon, who shook his head. "She didn't make it."

‘So, he's lost someone too. How can he laugh so much? So honestly?’

ggghhhhaaaaaaahhhh... ugh, oh... oh, my heart... oh, oh my heavens, my son...I-- I didn't need this, why-- why did you do this to me, Sanderson... what other horrors you must have in store....... his wife, sanderson... why...

[mistbornbaby]

A few men who hadn’t tried to abuse her, or—in very rare cases—who had actually shown her some measure of kindness.

Ulef was at the top of that list. ...

“Ulef,” she whispered. “We need to go.”

Aww, my girl’s gonna have a buddy to hang with in the wild world! Good call, hun, get the heck outta there!

[mistbornbaby]

Ulef wasn’t at the table where she had left him. Instead, he stood furtively near the front of the room. Near the bar. Near... Camon.

... Forget every nice thing I ever thought about this snitch.

[mistbornbaby]

Ulef still stood near Camon’s table, looking down guiltily.

You did bad, and you should feel bad.