for a heroic spirit, kaveh is still just a man. he has always, eternally, since the moment of his birth, been just a man. he was not blessed with unmatched strength. his legs were not wind-kissed. he did not wield powers that others could not wield. his own dendro vision was just that— a vision, one that had been years too late, and one he relied on more for work than anything else. he had always, eternally, since moment one: been a person like any other, and found comfort in it.
what differed him was his wits, and the way he used them. but kaveh, savior of sumeru, light of kshahrewar, renowned architect; kaveh, just kaveh, believed in others as they did him. he has never been more special than his peers. he was simply more audacious. outspoken. stubborn. selfless. he was simply, always, eternally — kaveh.
it is a name he has not heard in a long time. ]
... Don't say my name so casually. What if someone hears you?
[ no one would, he knows. none of the other masters know where they stay. no servants had been nearby. yet, what is kaveh to say to that?
he relents, eventually, because of course he does. he does not, however, face alhaitham as his body materializes again; with his back against the table, it is much easier to hide the transparency of his emotions that run ever so carefree across his face. he's easy to read, for the most part. as a servant, he is hardly so special.
he should never be spoken of so highly. kaveh is, after all, still, even now — just a man. ]
Tell me yours first. I will consider it an apology for being so uncooperative until now.
[ the truth, untranslatable, is simply that kaveh must find his composure first. ]
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for a heroic spirit, kaveh is still just a man. he has always, eternally, since the moment of his birth, been just a man. he was not blessed with unmatched strength. his legs were not wind-kissed. he did not wield powers that others could not wield. his own dendro vision was just that— a vision, one that had been years too late, and one he relied on more for work than anything else. he had always, eternally, since moment one: been a person like any other, and found comfort in it.
what differed him was his wits, and the way he used them. but kaveh, savior of sumeru, light of kshahrewar, renowned architect; kaveh, just kaveh, believed in others as they did him. he has never been more special than his peers. he was simply more audacious. outspoken. stubborn. selfless. he was simply, always, eternally — kaveh.
it is a name he has not heard in a long time. ]
... Don't say my name so casually. What if someone hears you?
[ no one would, he knows. none of the other masters know where they stay. no servants had been nearby. yet, what is kaveh to say to that?
he relents, eventually, because of course he does. he does not, however, face alhaitham as his body materializes again; with his back against the table, it is much easier to hide the transparency of his emotions that run ever so carefree across his face. he's easy to read, for the most part. as a servant, he is hardly so special.
he should never be spoken of so highly. kaveh is, after all, still, even now — just a man. ]
Tell me yours first. I will consider it an apology for being so uncooperative until now.
[ the truth, untranslatable, is simply that kaveh must find his composure first. ]