[ the statement has truth to it. kaveh does not know what he's eating, doesn't bother to really tell apart spices, tastes, smells. he eats because his body needs the food, he eats because his people need him. he eats to survive another day.
but alhaitham, oh alhaitham. alhaitham knows what to say, each time. when night falls, and he's on the verge of sleep, kaveh will think about this. is he truly so transparent? is the window to his heart so wide open that even the enemy can read him? why does alhaitham know him so well?
the flame rekindles within crimson eyes. and then, with the same protectiveness a mother shows a child, a prince shows his people: ] What does it matter to you?
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but alhaitham, oh alhaitham. alhaitham knows what to say, each time. when night falls, and he's on the verge of sleep, kaveh will think about this. is he truly so transparent? is the window to his heart so wide open that even the enemy can read him? why does alhaitham know him so well?
the flame rekindles within crimson eyes. and then, with the same protectiveness a mother shows a child, a prince shows his people: ] What does it matter to you?