I'm rereading the original Mistborn trilogy for probably the 4th or 5th time. I first read them shortly after they came out and was hooked. No matter how many times I read the books, I always cry at the paragraph where Sazed finds Clubs' body.

Still, one image stood out to him. Clubs, dead in the snow. The wooden disk Sazed had given him earlier that same day tied to a loop around his neck. It hadn't helped

Clubs has always been my favorite character. I'm not sure what exactly draws me so to him.
--Is it his prickly exterior with subtle soft side? (I truly enjoy the hints of humor in his soul throughout the first two books) --It could be the care he gives to those beneath him. (He always puts his Smokers/apprentices first, and his army men before himself too.) --Or his attention to detail as a woodworker. (I find it particularly poignant when Sazed tells Clubs about watching him put finishing touches on pieces his apprentices had worked on)

Anyway, I read the chapter mentioned above an hour or so ago and, per usual, I burst into tears while reading it. The imagery in my mind is morbidly beautiful. Imagining Clubs, a man of no faith, finding his God in the hours prior to his death brings so much emotion to my own prickly soul.

It's kind of like that Game of Thrones episode where Eddard Stark loses his head. I can't turn away from it, but I don't want to experience the inevitable.

Am I making sense?