It's Like A Banana Farm For Guns!

So,” Marasi Said, “you Traded A Dead Man’s Scarf For Another Dead Man’s Gun. But…the Gun Itself Belonged To Someone Dead, So By The Same Logic—” “don’t Try,” Waxillium Said. “logic Doesn’t Work On Wayne.” “i Bought A Ward Against It Off A Traveling Fortune-teller,” Wayne Explained. “it Lets Me Add Two ’n’ Two And Get A Pickle.

You're Wonderful. So Full Of Life And Excitement. The Priests And Servants Of The Palace, They Wear Colors, But There's No Color Inside Of Them. They Just Go About Their Duties, Eyes Down, Solemn. You've Got Color On The Inside, So Much Of It That It Bursts Out And Colors Everything Around You.

Honestly, For An Evil God Of Darkness, He Certainly Can Be Dull.

If You're Always On Time, It Implies That You Never Have Anything Better You Should Be Doing. -kelsier

Well Vin Says That There's Something Behind All This, Right? Some Evil Force Of Doom Or Whatever? Well, If I Were Said Force Of Doom, Then I Certainly Wouldn't Have Used My Powers To Turn The Land Black. It Just Lacks Flair. Red. Now, That Would Be An Interesting Color. Think Of The Possibilities--if The Ash Were Red, The Rivers Would Run Like Blood. Black Is So Monotonous That You Can Forget About It, But Red--you'd Always Be Thinking, 'why, Look At That. That Hill Is Red. That Evil Force Of Doom Trying To Destroy Me Certainly Has Style.