[ kaveh collapses into a clanging pile of gold-linked chains and jeweled baubles. alhaitham notes the sound, but does not bother to look up to note the source. it was enough that he alone knew that kaveh has broken out of his futile gesture of defiance. he will need to keep up his strength, though judging from kaveh's current expenditure in righteous fury and indignation, he will burn himself out soon enough. flames tend to. a human mind isn't meant for the consistency of a sunburst's existence. any anger that one might want to maintain will need to be nurtured, its flames stoked low, a single flicker of a spark kept warm for the day it may see sunlight. it was the way of things.
but it is kaveh. his voice rises in archon-given wrath. the words paint themselves what alhaitham had already known. a night raid. flames in the dark. masked soldiers cloaked in darkness scaling the curved rooves of the palace of alcazarzaray, the splendor of its own beauty creating natural footfalls for cat-like steps and precise measures of rope. the palace had not known what was descending upon them until the first fires broke out along its eastern perimeter. the alphas were killed in their beds; the betas and omegas were collared and enslaved. the destruction spiralled outwards from there, village by village until dawn crested upon the bloodshed of the night to illuminate the trail of blood that followed. the few outlying villages will surrender tomorrow; they have no other recourse. they have nowhere to run, and no aid to call for. the palace of alcazarzaray has been defiled, and their protectors slaughtered.
there is no honour in breaking in a nation like thieves - but there is no honour in war. and vissudha has been at war with the rest of the world for as long as azar has existed. it is the way of things, and the way of things is that those who fall to the blade are made, not as people, but into things. ]
Elucidate, then, what decisions your own person is going to make at this juncture. [ is what he says, quietly, from his table. alhaitham's voice does not need to pitch to carry. the natural acoustics of the room amplifies even a whisper, at this distance. ] With what autonomy, under what authority? Praytell, how are you to assert your own personhood when you have ten other lives depending on you, and further numbers outside these walls? You claim personhood as fuel to your anger, but at what future cost? I look forward to your justification.
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Date: 2023-04-07 02:23 am (UTC)but it is kaveh. his voice rises in archon-given wrath. the words paint themselves what alhaitham had already known. a night raid. flames in the dark. masked soldiers cloaked in darkness scaling the curved rooves of the palace of alcazarzaray, the splendor of its own beauty creating natural footfalls for cat-like steps and precise measures of rope. the palace had not known what was descending upon them until the first fires broke out along its eastern perimeter. the alphas were killed in their beds; the betas and omegas were collared and enslaved. the destruction spiralled outwards from there, village by village until dawn crested upon the bloodshed of the night to illuminate the trail of blood that followed. the few outlying villages will surrender tomorrow; they have no other recourse. they have nowhere to run, and no aid to call for. the palace of alcazarzaray has been defiled, and their protectors slaughtered.
there is no honour in breaking in a nation like thieves - but there is no honour in war. and vissudha has been at war with the rest of the world for as long as azar has existed. it is the way of things, and the way of things is that those who fall to the blade are made, not as people, but into things. ]
Elucidate, then, what decisions your own person is going to make at this juncture. [ is what he says, quietly, from his table. alhaitham's voice does not need to pitch to carry. the natural acoustics of the room amplifies even a whisper, at this distance. ] With what autonomy, under what authority? Praytell, how are you to assert your own personhood when you have ten other lives depending on you, and further numbers outside these walls? You claim personhood as fuel to your anger, but at what future cost? I look forward to your justification.