Swiftcurrent Creek i'm not much a poet but a criminal

“Maybe they wouldn’t have run if I hadn’t sent Kelsier to them,” he suggested, a dry smile pulling at his lips. The blame game was fun—he knew it wasn’t a spiral to go down, and yet here he was. "They made it pretty clear what they thought about me and that before they left."

“I just…” He snorted, pushing himself up to sit now, eyes upon the dark entrance of the cave where his kids slept. “Damn if I didn’t envision any of this when we set out to start this pack,” he finally spoke.