Waxillium, to tell you that you are not insane.
“Bloody Tan lives.”
Not exactly.
Wax frowned.
There are … beings in this world who are neither human nor koloss. Something related to both. You call them the Faceless Immortals.
“Kandra,” Wax said. “Like TenSoon, the Guardian. Or the person who gave me this earring.”
They can take the corpses of the dead and use their bones to mimic a person who has died—they wear bodies like you wear clothing, changing back and forth as they wish. They were created by the Lord Ruler using Hemalurgy.
“Your Holy Books give few details about their organization,” Wax said. “But everyone knows that the Faceless Immortals are your servants. Not murderers.”
Any being has choice, Harmony said. Even koloss have the power to choose. This one … the being who wears Bloody Tan’s body … has not made very good choices.
“Who is he?”
She is a member of the Third Generation, and you should know better than to assume everyone dangerous to be a male. Paalm was what we called her, but she has chosen the name Bleeder for herself. Waxillium, Bleeder is ancient, older than the destruction of the world—almost as old as the Final Empire. Indeed, she is even older than I am, though not older than my powers. She is crafty, careful, and brilliant. And I’m afraid that she might have gone mad.
The carriage turned a corner.
“One of Your ancient servants,” Wax said, “has gone mad and is killing people.”
Yes.
“So stop her!”
It is not so simple.
“Free will?” Wax said, annoyed.
No, not in this case. I can directly control a being who has pierced herself with too much Hemalurgy. In this case I would act, for Bleeder has disobeyed her Contract with me and opened herself up for my intervention. Something is wrong, unfortunately.
“What?” Wax asked.
God was silent for a time. I don’t know yet.
Wax felt cold. “Is that possible?”
It appears so. Somehow, Bleeder has figured out how to hide from me. At times I can spot her, but only when she takes direct and obvious action.
Unfortunately, she has removed one of her Blessings—one of the two spikes that kandra must keep inside themselves to retain their cognition. I would forcibly control her if I could, but one spike does not pierce the soul sufficiently for me to get in.
“Cognition,” Wax said. “Two spikes are required for the kandra to be able to think. But she is going around with only one. Which means…?”
Insanity, Harmony said, His voice softer in Wax’s ear. But something is wrong beyond that. She can hide from me, and while I can speak to her, she doesn’t have to listen—and I can’t keep track of where she is.
“Didn’t you say you were everywhere?”
My essence is, Harmony said. But this thing that I am … it is more complex than you might expect.
“Being God is more complex than a mortal can comprehend?” Wax said. “What a surprise.”
Harmony chuckled softly.
Wait, Wax thought. Did I just get sarcastic with God Himself?
Yes, you did, Harmony said. It is well. Few act that way toward me, even among the kandra. It feels good to me. Like older times. Since Kelsier … well, I haven’t had much of that.
“You can hear my thoughts?” Wax asked.
When you have the earring in, yes. I gain the ability to hear you from Preservation, and the ability to speak to you from Ruin. Each had only one half. I always found it puzzling.
Regardless, I know you have been reading young Lestibournes’s book. I am not pleased that he made it, but I could not forbid him. I will trust that Marsh was wise in giving it to you. Bleeder can use Hemalurgy, but in a way she should not be able to. Kandra do not have Allomantic or Feruchemical powers. She has learned to take these, and to use them to maintain her kandra form.
Fortunately, she is limited. She can only use one spike at a time, otherwise she will open herself to my control. If she trades spikes, she must do it by ripping out her single one and then falling onto another, digesting it and returning her to sapience.
I do not know her game with this city, but I’m alarmed by it. She has spent centuries studying human behavior. She is planning something.
“I’ll have to stop her, then.”
I will send you help.
“I assume, considering the source, it will be spectacular.”
Harmony sighed softly. In Wax’s mind’s eye, he had a sudden image of a being standing with hands clasped behind Him, eternity extending into