[ it did not need to be stated, alhaitham thinks, something as obvious as this. kaveh is like a pacing riboshland tiger. he has regained his strength, and his fury, and suddenly, even the vast expanse of alhaitham's personal room seems too small of a place to hold him. it will, however. even unchained, there is nowhere kaveh can go. even in his unbridled rage, kaveh is no fool; he wouldn't put the safety of his countrymen on trial to go gallivanting without a plan. there is no place for kaveh except for here, in alhaitham's room. that's what separates kaveh from the rest of the salve entourage, because he has a use, a role that only he can fulfill.

it is, in fact, discrimination. to think that all people are made equal and can be equal is folly, when it is acknowledge their individual strengths, abilities and shortcomings that allows you to see clearly who and what they are. ]

My condolences, that being here means you are fed and unchained. Still, it does not change reality: you are here. There is nowhere else you can be. You have not entered another dimension; reality has not warped between yesterday and today. This is your reality, Kaveh. You will do well to accept it.

[ and then, in the same, bloodless tone: ] Choose a divan. You will sleep on it.