It's a mystery," Vin said, narrowing her eyes and smiling. "We Mistborn are incredibly mysterious. " Elend paused. " Um. . . I'm Mistborn too, Vin. That doesn't make any sense. " "We Mistborn need not make sense," Vin said. " It's beneath us. Come on-the sun's already down. We need to get moving.
A Martian would think that the English worship at supermarkets, not in churches.