[ nobody can look at the flames of rage and think them the warmth of a hearth fire. but alhaitham thinks of the motions of a walking corpse, and knows that this is the preferable outcome. life is a strange concept. it is made of components so entirely disparate to each other that one needs to wonder how they come together at all - but it's equally true that you cannot have the presence of life without it. shelter, food, emotion, drive. sometimes, the flames of rage.

alhaitham is unflinching. ]

Their names have been discarded. They would be under the threat of death if they speak their names; you are, as of right now, the only individual in this nation still able to speak on their behalf. You still will not speak?