[ kaveh shoos away the awkwardness that creeps up from the bottom of his stomach, and accepts defeat. his legs are thankful when he finds room to sit on the grass, soft upon touch, and he does not let his hold on alhaitham's hand go. he tugs on it instead, and knows alhaitham will sit with him. time and time again, he would succumb to kaveh's whims, and what harm would there be in this? ]

Then, who is to say I'm not your Kaveh, and you're not my Alhaitham? No matter the time, it will always be like this. 'Kaveh' and 'Alhaitham' exist outside of our reach.

[ it's a comforting thought. no matter what, they will come together, whether kaveh is on his deathbed and alhaitham has barely witnessed the eleazar withering away at his body, or whether kaveh is still ever so full of energy, believing himself to be the exception to the eleazar's curse, only to meet an alhaitham who has seen kaveh fall victim to it, as so many others do. ]

Who's to say we are even 'Kaveh' and 'Alhaitham', really? Rtawahist Darshan is keen on believing in reincarnation. Are we all, then, just victims of a fate we cannot fight against?