Thom's head shake was disparaging. He tried to push the void away. They went out into the night by a small door that Rand had to duck to get through; Loial was forced to bend over and hunch his shoulders. She's in the dungeon with Fain.
There are too many who would cheer to see me dead for me to worry overmuch about this one. You fool! You pure, blind, idiotic fool! Naming the Dark One, bringing his attention down on you! Don't you have enough trouble? He's dead, Rand muttered, rubbing his head. Then it is done. I have always thought of it as a symbol of what has been lost, what has been forgotten.
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