[ kaveh would say, that only the poorest of thieves would seek to steal something that is freely given. kaveh would say - that the terrible has already happened. kaveh looks. midnight's voice goes low, and sweet with the mischief of it, and kaveh's reproachful tug to the back of midnight's hair says exactly what he thinks of that. ]

If you had meant that tone of voice just now, there wouldn't have been a single thing I could have said against it. But this is you, and this is me. [ kaveh pulls the hand back from midnight's hair. it curls around midnight's cheek. it holds him there. ] And if I had learned it from anyone but Netzach, I would have torn you apart all over again myself. You died in that haunted house. You didn't tell me.