[ it just means, kaveh thinks, whoever's designed this bank and whoever's designed the train station down below ground are either the same person, or at least they go out for lunch often enough that their ideas have started to congeal into one, unending train of its own. it's the arches and the colourless tiles. mosaic has always been something of a sumeran staple. kaveh's well aware that it isn't always like this across the world. his internship to liyue in order to study what the master stonemasons of their time could shape out of rock had introduced him to the kind of wood carvings and seamless joinery that his imagination couldn't have supplied even if he were to reinvent himself and his dreams twice over. the world has always been a wide place. it follows that the worlds, plural, would be even wider. but to think that all the technological innovation of this world has led to tiles stripped of their colour and complexity of shape and design, so much so that kaveh hadn't realised it was possible to miss mosaic so much.
but here he is, because the building's gone and unlocked himself, and the group of people that had forayed into its depths already didn't seem to need kaveh's intervention or help. so, operating on the notion that being able to see things at his own pace would work out just as well for a building of this size, he's chosen instead to linger along its counters to study the thin quality of the glass dividing empty spaces from each other and to see if he can observe flaws. glass-making has always been finicky business. it's a marvel that they've managed to get the glass so thin, at such congruent sizes, and with no visible blemishes that kaveh's trained eye can perceive. kaveh's followed the line of glass all the way to its foregone conclusion, where at the end of things, a white-haired young man sits at a terminal.
he looks, kaveh thinks, much like the word 'hunger' might coalesce into human shape. no - hunger is a gentle word, it implies a passivity that the thin lines of the young man's face doesn't quite capture. the man is sharp; he is built much the way a knife is poised to cut. 'starvation' might be a better word for it, but that attributes a kind of personality to a man that kaveh doesn't know, in a way that makes kaveh uncomfortable for having thought it. there's a look of intense concentration that's camped there on his expression in a way that automatically makes kaveh curious as to what he's looking at. so kaveh rounds the terminal, tilting just so so's to glimpse the rounded edge of the screen.
break the fruit into quarters.
but here he is, because the building's gone and unlocked himself, and the group of people that had forayed into its depths already didn't seem to need kaveh's intervention or help. so, operating on the notion that being able to see things at his own pace would work out just as well for a building of this size, he's chosen instead to linger along its counters to study the thin quality of the glass dividing empty spaces from each other and to see if he can observe flaws. glass-making has always been finicky business. it's a marvel that they've managed to get the glass so thin, at such congruent sizes, and with no visible blemishes that kaveh's trained eye can perceive. kaveh's followed the line of glass all the way to its foregone conclusion, where at the end of things, a white-haired young man sits at a terminal.
he looks, kaveh thinks, much like the word 'hunger' might coalesce into human shape. no - hunger is a gentle word, it implies a passivity that the thin lines of the young man's face doesn't quite capture. the man is sharp; he is built much the way a knife is poised to cut. 'starvation' might be a better word for it, but that attributes a kind of personality to a man that kaveh doesn't know, in a way that makes kaveh uncomfortable for having thought it. there's a look of intense concentration that's camped there on his expression in a way that automatically makes kaveh curious as to what he's looking at. so kaveh rounds the terminal, tilting just so so's to glimpse the rounded edge of the screen.
he looks. ]
Oh. It says you've lost.