And if any of those threads was destroyed, his life would never be complete, the way it was meant to be. Rand slumped against the wall, squeezing his eyes shut. The cold ashes of campfires, well hidden in the trees, with what looked like the remnants of a meal tossed in them. I ought to dose myself with rannel and sheepstongue root, she thought sourly.
Egwene felt a surge of hope when she realized the bodies all wore armor. He wouldn't even notice who was hurt, because he'd be so intent on the other, but if he did, he would expect them to understand and think it was all well and right. He looked at the Warder. made will be torn asunder, and the Dark One will once more be able to put his hand through that hole and touch the world.
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