[ kaveh holds his hand out. alhaitham's pen stills. he looks. this is, he thinks, the first time that kaveh has insisted on an outcome, rather than seeking answers frrom alhaitham's pre-planned paths. kaveh needed food and sleep. he needed arguments to take his mind away from the grief, and his countrymen to give him hope. but there are things that alhaitham cannot provide until kaveh is ready for it. kaveh, now, for the first time, wants.

and in no universe would alhaitham ever stand in its way. ]

How so? Is paper not paper? Or do you assert that the paper manufactured from Vissudha is of lesser quality than the ones from Lokapala?

[ is what he says, however. best to reassert a reminder: alhaitham is not inherently kind. he can never be. ]