[ he figures, of course, that the method of annoyance is not one that would bring about results and answers. he would have to lay down at night and ruminate on all these questions, overthink and overexhaust them until the words themselves lose their meaning. he will ask whys, he will ask hows. kaveh will not find an answer, will not come to a conclusion. the next day, it would be the same.

what is the point in all of this? why did his people have to die? is there meaning in war?

he puts down his third skewer in a row. his jaw hurts from chewing. ]

Then I'm here for decoration at best, and a pet at worst. How exciting it is to know you choose to take lives away for your own selfish reasons. Whatever dreams and plans for my own future don't matter if they do not favor you, is it?