[ he shouldn't have said that, kaveh thinks. calling it instinct would be giving it too much credit. there are a subset of people who look at kaveh and assume that he is warm and gregarious by nature, when in reality, the attribution is comparative. comparatively speaking, kaveh is warm and gregarious - one could compare an avidyan spinocrocodile to a riboshland tiger, and come out with the conclusion that the riboshland tiger was both warmer, and gregarious. in truth, when all's said and done and the closing in of a mistake of kaveh's own making rears its head, kaveh, who has consistently lived his fight or flight instincts and allowed them to form the brimming basis of his existence - always chooses fight.
but he shouldn't have done that, and kaveh watches as the opportunity to apologise wind away down the primordial river bed, and, for a moment, chances a look back at midnight. the man appears to be unperturbed. kaveh looks back, and then, turning, steps through the sliding doors once more. ]
In truth, that description strikes up a sense of envy in me. To think one can change the environment quickly enough that those who live there can't quite keep up - there must be some kind of technological advance that allows for it, or a refinement of a logistical process that's surpassed anything that I've seen. I've always thought of the world as a wide place - I've never thought of turning that word to its plural form. But why not? [ why not other universes? teyvat had its own layers. it should follow that beyond the stars laid more. this wouldn't've been, however, how kaveh would have wanted to find out about this sort of thing, though kaveh also supposes that perhaps there were no good ways of finding out about it.
the chandelier continues to shine in its place. kaveh considers it and the makeshift ladder they've created, and then allows his eyes to trace the rows of lights above across the room itself. kaveh muses: ] And now we want this chandelier, and may it remind you of the times when your break room had them. There has to be something that controls this light source. There's energy still in there; that's not something you'd like to touch with your bare hands. Well, my bare hands. Can you touch it with your bare hands?
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but he shouldn't have done that, and kaveh watches as the opportunity to apologise wind away down the primordial river bed, and, for a moment, chances a look back at midnight. the man appears to be unperturbed. kaveh looks back, and then, turning, steps through the sliding doors once more. ]
In truth, that description strikes up a sense of envy in me. To think one can change the environment quickly enough that those who live there can't quite keep up - there must be some kind of technological advance that allows for it, or a refinement of a logistical process that's surpassed anything that I've seen. I've always thought of the world as a wide place - I've never thought of turning that word to its plural form. But why not? [ why not other universes? teyvat had its own layers. it should follow that beyond the stars laid more. this wouldn't've been, however, how kaveh would have wanted to find out about this sort of thing, though kaveh also supposes that perhaps there were no good ways of finding out about it.
the chandelier continues to shine in its place. kaveh considers it and the makeshift ladder they've created, and then allows his eyes to trace the rows of lights above across the room itself. kaveh muses: ] And now we want this chandelier, and may it remind you of the times when your break room had them. There has to be something that controls this light source. There's energy still in there; that's not something you'd like to touch with your bare hands. Well, my bare hands. Can you touch it with your bare hands?