[ Again, she's not wrong. And he already has. It was unfortunate that he couldn't fully avoid Kaveh at the gala, but in that kind of enclosed space, it may as well have been inevitable.
He's like a hurricane, drawing everything around him closer and closer through the force of his will. He's like the sun, bright, shining and at times searing. He dreams for the stars, and brings everyone around him up into the skies, that they may chase their dreams evermore.
He has no dreams. He has no desire—aside from atoning for his sins. He doesn't belong in the light that shines from the architect.
Altria is too kind, really. ]
I can handle it myself.
[ Said kindly, because he appreciates Altria's concern. But this is something that he should deal with on his own. And having Altria ask is admitting he can't force Kaveh to stop on his own. It's—a sign of weakness. He doesn't need to cower behind Altria. ]
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He's like a hurricane, drawing everything around him closer and closer through the force of his will. He's like the sun, bright, shining and at times searing. He dreams for the stars, and brings everyone around him up into the skies, that they may chase their dreams evermore.
He has no dreams. He has no desire—aside from atoning for his sins. He doesn't belong in the light that shines from the architect.
Altria is too kind, really. ]
I can handle it myself.
[ Said kindly, because he appreciates Altria's concern. But this is something that he should deal with on his own. And having Altria ask is admitting he can't force Kaveh to stop on his own. It's—a sign of weakness. He doesn't need to cower behind Altria. ]