[ what's he supposed to make of that statement? yes, of course they belong to him. that's why they had been stolen, that's why they had been sold for so much mora. what's the point of returning them to him? to ease the walls around his heart and make his opinion on alhaitham better?
that would never happen.
it wouldn't, but kaveh can't shake off the relief, and the weird feeling of... gratitude, maybe. he takes them in his hands, so careful as though they'd break upon touch, and sits on the divan to admire them. not a scratch, nothing broken. a frozen moment in time. they'd have looked exactly the same on his nightstand, back in alcazarzaray. they'd have felt the exact same on his hand, and that alone pains him. a reminder of better times.
being alone with his own thoughts hadn't done him any good so far, but he clings to the one untouchable, unshakable thing about his past. not everything has to change. ]
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Date: 2023-04-12 05:50 pm (UTC)[ what's he supposed to make of that statement? yes, of course they belong to him. that's why they had been stolen, that's why they had been sold for so much mora. what's the point of returning them to him? to ease the walls around his heart and make his opinion on alhaitham better?
that would never happen.
it wouldn't, but kaveh can't shake off the relief, and the weird feeling of... gratitude, maybe. he takes them in his hands, so careful as though they'd break upon touch, and sits on the divan to admire them. not a scratch, nothing broken. a frozen moment in time. they'd have looked exactly the same on his nightstand, back in alcazarzaray. they'd have felt the exact same on his hand, and that alone pains him. a reminder of better times.
being alone with his own thoughts hadn't done him any good so far, but he clings to the one untouchable, unshakable thing about his past. not everything has to change. ]