[ kaveh's smile softens. of course it does. something as justice should not be changed too much, lest it loses all meaning, nor should it soften for the same reason - but don is more than just justice-made-form. she is a young lady who loves art, who creates with her hands and lends light to the world beyond. she is a terror of truly awful ideas and the brilliant strike of something flint and paper. don is more than just what she has carved from the world.

any consolation, huh. ]

It's more consolation than you would suppose, Don. [ kaveh says, quietly, with the soft lines of his smile like so. ] It gladdens my heart to hear it. I still remember how we first met, you know. I never told you, but I went back to Alhaitham and I yelled at him for an hour because I was so angry at you - and what you had to do. You said it was personal; I was hardly in any position to intervene. It wouldn't have been right to do so. But letting you choose to die wasn't right either, and to this day I still stand by that thought.

If you care for yourself just a little more - well, what can I do but to thank you?