#pg 235

Vin regarded Kelsier with a flat look.

“That’s the one!” Kelsier said with a laugh.

“Going?” Vin asked perking up. “But you just got in!”

“That’s the funny thing about arriving somewhere, Vin,” he said with a wink. “Once you’re there, the only thing you can really do is leave again.”

There's the thick silence of places long sealed shut, and the muffled silence of ears stoppered up. The empty silence of the dead, and the heavy silence of the dying.

There is the hollow silence of a man who has stopped praying, and the airy silence of an empty synagogue, and the held-breath silence of someone hiding from themselves.

There is the awkward silence that fills the space between people who don't know what to say. And the taut silence that falls over those who do, but don't know where or how to start.