there had been a kshahrewar junior just beginning to cut his teeth on the diatribe of his betters that summer. they called him the urchin of the kshahrewar because of his voracious appetite for annotations - and because he didn't have a father. not really. to the eyes of those looking from above, that was as good as an orphan in their midst, a child that didn't belong. it had started there. kaveh had never wanted to stand out. he had always wanted to belong.
it was the kindness, the gentle words, the jokes and the warmth. your inner world was already a place of chaotic thought and crippling loneliness. kaveh simply thought that it wasn't wrong, to not want to be alone.
then, he had met alhaitham. ]
It isn't wrong, to want that similarity despite your differences. Nor is it wrong to be different. [ is what kaveh says. because he had met alhaitham, and that hadn't shaken his ideals. just as the monsoons break themselves over sumeru's canopy each season, so does too kaveh's ideals stand in the buffet of criticism and know itself to be true. but ideals can change shape; they can grow. ] The ones at the forge seemed like they stood apart from you not because they perceived a difference in you, but because you perceived a difference in yourself.
Even apprentices to the same master can be treated differently for who they are. If they didn't treat others the same way they treated you, then something changed their behaviour. [ kaveh looks. ] The difference you perceived in treatment, then, can only be described as love.
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there had been a kshahrewar junior just beginning to cut his teeth on the diatribe of his betters that summer. they called him the urchin of the kshahrewar because of his voracious appetite for annotations - and because he didn't have a father. not really. to the eyes of those looking from above, that was as good as an orphan in their midst, a child that didn't belong. it had started there. kaveh had never wanted to stand out. he had always wanted to belong.
it was the kindness, the gentle words, the jokes and the warmth. your inner world was already a place of chaotic thought and crippling loneliness. kaveh simply thought that it wasn't wrong, to not want to be alone.
then, he had met alhaitham. ]
It isn't wrong, to want that similarity despite your differences. Nor is it wrong to be different. [ is what kaveh says. because he had met alhaitham, and that hadn't shaken his ideals. just as the monsoons break themselves over sumeru's canopy each season, so does too kaveh's ideals stand in the buffet of criticism and know itself to be true. but ideals can change shape; they can grow. ] The ones at the forge seemed like they stood apart from you not because they perceived a difference in you, but because you perceived a difference in yourself.
Even apprentices to the same master can be treated differently for who they are. If they didn't treat others the same way they treated you, then something changed their behaviour. [ kaveh looks. ] The difference you perceived in treatment, then, can only be described as love.