[ kaveh laughs, again, this time weak, and without the same enthusiasm. it's quiet, a breathy laugh, that lasts far too little to be memorable. the mind might even play tricks on them, one day, and argue that kaveh has never laughed at this, no. ]

Were you not the one who took classes from Darshans you were not part of? I may have an area of expertise, but I don't want to be ignorant about everything else that is not taught in Kshahrewar Darshan, you know.

[ besides, he thinks, it's a comfort. when kaveh is bedridden, he would find for books penned by rtawahist herbads on the study of stars, the belief in afterlife, the possibility of reincarnation. there's the idea that life is suffering, and that they will reincarnate time and time again, free themselves of impurities and evil, until the cycle comes to a stop, and they ascend to celestia, free from the endless samsara.

this lifetime, he had just been unlucky. perhaps, in the next one, he would not be born with eleazar, not watch his dreams and hopes and ideals crumble from under him. it makes him inevitable, early death hardly as terrific as many would think. ]

Surely you have read their books. What do you think?