[ it clicks, kaveh thinks. it does, though in the knell of a click resounding in an empty vault, the click of a shut door, the click of a coffin's lid. that kaveh resonates with it is no comfort - it is, after all, the understanding that you are lesser, that you ought to be lesser, that you've put yourself into a small box that you've drawn for yourself and convinced yourself that the line in the sand is impassable.

that heine thinks so fills kaveh with contempt for the one who put heine there and taught him so. ]

I think the people around you not only want you to be more, but want you to want yourself to be more. [ is what kaveh says, quietly. ] Both for their sake, and for your own.

[ the door hinges into place. kaveh tests its heft, and then, gesturing for heine to let go, swings it back and forth. it creaks, its hinges not quite factory aligned, but the door holds.

kaveh smiles. he takes out a smaller hammer. ] You are worth more. If you alone asserting it has caused you to believe so, then I alone asserting it ought to counteract that. Therefore, you have objective value; though letting yourself believe that - that can be the hardest thing in the world. Isn't it funny? We can believe in things like the sun will rise every single day without any proof aside from having seen it rise the previous day, but we can hardly believe something about ourselves.