[ Kaveh's tears are, it could be said, a fact of life, a reflection of Alhaitham's stoicism in much the same way that his hair is gold to the other's silver, that the decorations back then on their Akademiya robes were Kshahrewar white and Haravatat black. As they always have, the pieces that make up the whole of their personalities are parallel in abstract; they move eternally in the same direction, never pulling closer together, never pushing further apart.
(Kaveh has sought to close it many times before, but their dichotomy is too rigid, their personalities too stubborn—
One thing, at least, that they have in common.)
At any other time, Kaveh's answer might be one borne of anger. Even in this moment, he almost allows himself to fall prey to old habits, a flickering heat sparking to life in response to a question Alhaitham surely knows has to irritate. It is however a fervor pressed into submission by sheer will, cooled by the sure press of gauze at his back. His roommate may lack— to a startling degree— a proper sense of decorum, but he is wise beyond his years, and his questions framed around a singular reason— in this case, likely the determination to see Kaveh sort through his feelings on the topic at hand.
An honest question deserves an honest answer.
The blonde sighs once more. ]
It was the right thing to do, [ he says, and he means it in spite of the waver in his voice. ]
From the moment I picked that diadem up, Sachin was in my head. He wouldn't stop, he wanted— [ His eyes are burning. He squeezes them shut, threads his fingers tighter into the material of his leggings. ] ...He was probably in my father's too, huh. [ A whisper of air sighs across his lips. ] That only makes me all the more confident about my choice. Sachin's research, his methods— how many more people would he have destroyed in trying to find his answers? I know the choice I made is an arrogant one, but... it was also the right one. I would do it again, Alhaitham, if I had to.
[ Anything, he thinks, to prevent others from experiencing the pain visited on his family. ]
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(Kaveh has sought to close it many times before, but their dichotomy is too rigid, their personalities too stubborn—
One thing, at least, that they have in common.)
At any other time, Kaveh's answer might be one borne of anger. Even in this moment, he almost allows himself to fall prey to old habits, a flickering heat sparking to life in response to a question Alhaitham surely knows has to irritate. It is however a fervor pressed into submission by sheer will, cooled by the sure press of gauze at his back. His roommate may lack— to a startling degree— a proper sense of decorum, but he is wise beyond his years, and his questions framed around a singular reason— in this case, likely the determination to see Kaveh sort through his feelings on the topic at hand.
An honest question deserves an honest answer.
The blonde sighs once more. ]
It was the right thing to do, [ he says, and he means it in spite of the waver in his voice. ]
From the moment I picked that diadem up, Sachin was in my head. He wouldn't stop, he wanted— [ His eyes are burning. He squeezes them shut, threads his fingers tighter into the material of his leggings. ] ...He was probably in my father's too, huh. [ A whisper of air sighs across his lips. ] That only makes me all the more confident about my choice. Sachin's research, his methods— how many more people would he have destroyed in trying to find his answers? I know the choice I made is an arrogant one, but... it was also the right one. I would do it again, Alhaitham, if I had to.
[ Anything, he thinks, to prevent others from experiencing the pain visited on his family. ]