[ kaveh smiles. it's a sad, weary little thing. it's a thing that lacks humour. he wipes his hands on a towel nearby, and nudges daan until he can hold his hand again. he squeezes it. ]

Do you think I care about what Midnight thinks? That problem of a man. I'm not a good or a kind man. I'm not even a decent man. You must realise that the only reason why I've brought this up now, of all times, is because you are exhausted and worn enough that I believe I will get an honest answer for what I'm proposing. I am sorry for it, for what it's worth. I want him well.

[ kaveh breathes. ] Though I want you well as well. I don't intend on causing you more pain and grief, and to do the things you don't want to do. I've seen what it does to you, to all of us. Your pain today is not acceptable, Daan. [ not this - the arm. the suffering. the pain and the grief. the single tear from daan's single eye. ] If I die, will you consider trying it?