"I have told you about Lews Therin and the seal that was created for the Bore," she murmurs. "And that it was imperfect."

"It was weakening too quickly. If it tore open too soon--"

She shakes her head.

"Here, in this place, I learned to weave with more complicated things than the weaves of my own world alone. The Pattern is formed of the threads of lives, Harrow. I took the thread of my own life, from my birth world and its Mirrors, pulled it free, and used it to reinforce the edges of the seal."