[ kaveh consumes two rambutans. flesh, blood, pit. alhaitham knows. deshret had not been a man that the gods could rob. in the end, he, too, watched the downfall of his kingdom, as catastrophe beyond his control took what he loved and held dear, and tore it into the smother of golden sands. inevitability, scholars would say, pouring over the relics of a civilisation lost to time. folly, alhaitham says. if deshret had wanted, truly wanted, to keep his civilisation, he would have gone with it. there had been an eagle soaring high. there always is. but eagles can be made to land. an eagle is known to roost. and there is no destruction on teyvat quite like choosing self-destruction. kaveh would know.
instead of answering, alhaitham observes. the rambutans were picked appropriately given the season and the circumstances. it follows that tomorrow's rambutans would be much the same. the confluence of time and space continues in a cycle. however, it's in the differences that the cracks form - if omar the stallkeeper were to sell mangoes instead of rambutans, if the rambutans were any less sweet, if the weather were any less ravishing and the colour of the sky any less blue. kaveh eats his rambutans, and alhaitham looks to the future for a permutation of kaveh who will not.
there is only one place kaveh would go where alhaitham cannot follow. but alhaitham, whose name is not synonyms would the improbable, knows that he will, regardless.
so instead, alhaitham shrugs his shoulderless shrug. ]
Are you aware that the purple of the padisarahs of the past are different than the ones of the present?
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instead of answering, alhaitham observes. the rambutans were picked appropriately given the season and the circumstances. it follows that tomorrow's rambutans would be much the same. the confluence of time and space continues in a cycle. however, it's in the differences that the cracks form - if omar the stallkeeper were to sell mangoes instead of rambutans, if the rambutans were any less sweet, if the weather were any less ravishing and the colour of the sky any less blue. kaveh eats his rambutans, and alhaitham looks to the future for a permutation of kaveh who will not.
there is only one place kaveh would go where alhaitham cannot follow. but alhaitham, whose name is not synonyms would the improbable, knows that he will, regardless.
so instead, alhaitham shrugs his shoulderless shrug. ]
Are you aware that the purple of the padisarahs of the past are different than the ones of the present?