not the answer he's given, not the way the red of his eyes watch slaves, chained ones, set down the food he's supposed to eat. his stomach churns in rejection, but a part of it falls victim to the several different smells. it is, he recognizes, dinner fit for a royal. in lokapala, they dined all around a wide wooden table, humble, kings and queens and princes and princesses and servants alike. in lokapala, they are all equals, all children of the sun.
here, kaveh is a slave, alhaitham is a prince, and their food is served by people stripped of their names, history, titles, honor and pride, chained and bound. his pressure drops.
and because this is kaveh, prince of stubbornness: ] ... I'm not eating that.
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not the answer he's given, not the way the red of his eyes watch slaves, chained ones, set down the food he's supposed to eat. his stomach churns in rejection, but a part of it falls victim to the several different smells. it is, he recognizes, dinner fit for a royal. in lokapala, they dined all around a wide wooden table, humble, kings and queens and princes and princesses and servants alike. in lokapala, they are all equals, all children of the sun.
here, kaveh is a slave, alhaitham is a prince, and their food is served by people stripped of their names, history, titles, honor and pride, chained and bound. his pressure drops.
and because this is kaveh, prince of stubbornness: ] ... I'm not eating that.