[ kaveh looks. what could a young girl have gone through to force her to smile the way of an overcast sky. like a single strand of spider's silk lowered against the backdrop of an unforgiving moon. like a tears, or a cry.

kaveh thinks of the weight of his own sins. he thinks of someone having the audacity to bear them. it's always been like so - that kaveh can't stop himself from saying what he wants to say. ]

Well, of course you are. You're the sort to do your best no matter what; I've never seen you run past without a smile on your face, and we're in objectively a very creepy city. And just by speaking to you, I can tell you're the sort who puts others before yourself, or at least you think of their comfort more than your own. [ kaveh's eyes are red; this is, ostensibly, because through his eyes, the world ought to be aflame; ] But what you're saying really annoys me. You're saving them from their sins? And where are they, these sin-bearing faeries, while you do all the hard work for them? Shouldn't they also be rolling up their sleeves and getting in the weeds of things to absolve themselves of their own sins? Do they lack their own arms, their own legs, their own minds from which to twist out and scrape a solution to their own problem? Why is it that they're relying on someone else to do what they ought to do for themselves?

That's beyond unreasonable! Haven't they thought about what a weight that must be on your shoulders, Altria?