[ neither, kaveh thinks. for once, he finds himself outside of alhaitham's intruding gaze. neither, neither, neither. he's not seen. his heart is safe behind walls, his intentions behind a mask. is it because kaveh is learning and adapting to this life he has been forced to live, or because he's slowly trying to understand the ins and outs of alhaitham's reasoning?
neither. perhaps, he thinks, it's simply because they're different people, of different blood, from different cultures. a kingdom of faux equality, and a kingdom that does not lie to its people on where they are in the pyramid of life.
the trishiraite red of kaveh's eyes do not look away, for once. they burn brighter, if anything, with the flame of anger. it is cynicism when he speaks the words that he had, but when alhaitham calls him the same, his personal slave, kaveh grits his teeth. it's a wound that has yet to close, and won't for a long time. ]
And the limits of my 'authority' are? [ he does not, after all, trust leaving this room. he does not trust being able to see the ali qapu's waterfalls, the gardens, stroll around a palace made of marble. to say kaveh has any authority at all is unthinkable. they do not lie to their people in lokapala. they would never dare give them such false sense of hope. ] Your servants may bring me food if I personally request it, but how far will they go? Would your guards listen to me? Am I to believe I have half the same freedom as you do?
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neither. perhaps, he thinks, it's simply because they're different people, of different blood, from different cultures. a kingdom of faux equality, and a kingdom that does not lie to its people on where they are in the pyramid of life.
the trishiraite red of kaveh's eyes do not look away, for once. they burn brighter, if anything, with the flame of anger. it is cynicism when he speaks the words that he had, but when alhaitham calls him the same, his personal slave, kaveh grits his teeth. it's a wound that has yet to close, and won't for a long time. ]
And the limits of my 'authority' are? [ he does not, after all, trust leaving this room. he does not trust being able to see the ali qapu's waterfalls, the gardens, stroll around a palace made of marble. to say kaveh has any authority at all is unthinkable. they do not lie to their people in lokapala. they would never dare give them such false sense of hope. ] Your servants may bring me food if I personally request it, but how far will they go? Would your guards listen to me? Am I to believe I have half the same freedom as you do?