[ information is always best consumed in tids and bits. news of your capture is already well-known, alhaitham says. kaveh, then, wonders: have they reached fontaine? does his mother, who had then been safe and sound in fontaine, know of her kingdom's fall, and of her son's capture? does kaveh want her to know, or is it best to live in ignorance? would she be happier for it? would she be happier if she didn't think of him?
this is not a spiral of thought meant to be engaged while there is light. this, he will ruminate on once the torches are rid of their fire, and he is alone with venomous thoughts.
alhaitham continues, and kaveh, against his will, finds something almost akin to mercy in his words. it would be easier to allow despair to swallow a person. it would be advantageous, even, to watch their enemy wallow in misery and assumptions of a prince's life. whether it remains on this star or it has gone on to a better world. people are likely to have more openings when their feelings are exposed for the world to see. this, kaveh knows well.
but no. alhaitham has allowed this crucial piece of information to be known. that kaveh's soul is still on this star, that he lives and breathes. that in spite of all, there is hope to be had. that its flame has not been extinguished.
above all, then, comes: i will allow him to tend to you personally, and kaveh's own flame of hope could burn down the entirety of sumeru's rainforest. it is not the same as reuniting with his people, those who have escaped death's grasp, those whose fate lie on the hands of another. those, kaveh shares a roof with. inevitably, they would come to see each other across the many hallways of the ali qapu.
not tighnari. tighnari, across the forest. tighnari has not been enslaved. tighnari still has his own free will, to an extent or another. ]
... He wouldn't come to the heart of an enemy territory without asserting his own safety. Even if you were to swear not to hurt him, words are just words. There would be too much at stake. I doubt I would be worth the risk.
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this is not a spiral of thought meant to be engaged while there is light. this, he will ruminate on once the torches are rid of their fire, and he is alone with venomous thoughts.
alhaitham continues, and kaveh, against his will, finds something almost akin to mercy in his words. it would be easier to allow despair to swallow a person. it would be advantageous, even, to watch their enemy wallow in misery and assumptions of a prince's life. whether it remains on this star or it has gone on to a better world. people are likely to have more openings when their feelings are exposed for the world to see. this, kaveh knows well.
but no. alhaitham has allowed this crucial piece of information to be known. that kaveh's soul is still on this star, that he lives and breathes. that in spite of all, there is hope to be had. that its flame has not been extinguished.
above all, then, comes: i will allow him to tend to you personally, and kaveh's own flame of hope could burn down the entirety of sumeru's rainforest. it is not the same as reuniting with his people, those who have escaped death's grasp, those whose fate lie on the hands of another. those, kaveh shares a roof with. inevitably, they would come to see each other across the many hallways of the ali qapu.
not tighnari. tighnari, across the forest. tighnari has not been enslaved. tighnari still has his own free will, to an extent or another. ]
... He wouldn't come to the heart of an enemy territory without asserting his own safety. Even if you were to swear not to hurt him, words are just words. There would be too much at stake. I doubt I would be worth the risk.