[ despite all, the words and the sentiment, a breathy laugh escapes his throat, for the irony of it all is amusing. there's no surprise in the lack of answer, no. alhaitham, his or not, is still alhaitham. they are all fundamentally him, and kaveh knows alhaitham.
even in a dream, his body succumbs to fatigue, but this time, kaveh finds that the drowsiness is comforting. he should fear for the day to come, whether he will rouse at all, whether he will be able to move his legs or he will be bedridden. here, he thinks, there's no such fear.
the padisarahs and their color, their smell. the sun, and the many colors it paints the sky. the chipping of birds, the flapping of their wings. the way the breeze makes the grass underneath his feet dance. it's paradise. kaveh would not be surprised if he's already dead. ]
Tell me, then. How do you differ from my Alhaitham?
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[ despite all, the words and the sentiment, a breathy laugh escapes his throat, for the irony of it all is amusing. there's no surprise in the lack of answer, no. alhaitham, his or not, is still alhaitham. they are all fundamentally him, and kaveh knows alhaitham.
even in a dream, his body succumbs to fatigue, but this time, kaveh finds that the drowsiness is comforting. he should fear for the day to come, whether he will rouse at all, whether he will be able to move his legs or he will be bedridden. here, he thinks, there's no such fear.
the padisarahs and their color, their smell. the sun, and the many colors it paints the sky. the chipping of birds, the flapping of their wings. the way the breeze makes the grass underneath his feet dance. it's paradise. kaveh would not be surprised if he's already dead. ]
Tell me, then. How do you differ from my Alhaitham?