And I've always held the opinion that a more concentrated flavor is what brings out the best of the meat, and I haven't seen any reason to change it.
[The thing about pain is that it is only recognizable if it is understood. And while Alhaitham is no stranger to pain, it is not as if there is ever just a singular type of pain, just as how there is no singular way of existence. The pain over the loss of his parents had been minimal, for he does not remember enough of them to truly feel like he has ever lost anything, and with his grandmother it had been an eventuality he was prepared to face, but when it came to Kaveh—
How does one explain the loss of something which had once been a certainty, an understanding? Is it ever possible to rationalize something that lost all meaning in an instant, even though the person themselves is still around? They are there, and yet they are also not. They exist, but they might as well be smoke in the wind, leaving nothing else except the hole that'd been neatly carved out within him, in the perfect shape of something that will never willingly fit.
He doesn't remember now, exactly how long that had lasted. All he knows is that it got easier, eventually, and that no matter what time does not wait for anyone or anything, least of all somebody like him.
So he'd moved on, just as he did with everything else. What has happened has already happened, and nothing can change it. They've made their choices and so must accept the consequences, no matter what it might be.]
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[The thing about pain is that it is only recognizable if it is understood. And while Alhaitham is no stranger to pain, it is not as if there is ever just a singular type of pain, just as how there is no singular way of existence. The pain over the loss of his parents had been minimal, for he does not remember enough of them to truly feel like he has ever lost anything, and with his grandmother it had been an eventuality he was prepared to face, but when it came to Kaveh—
How does one explain the loss of something which had once been a certainty, an understanding? Is it ever possible to rationalize something that lost all meaning in an instant, even though the person themselves is still around? They are there, and yet they are also not. They exist, but they might as well be smoke in the wind, leaving nothing else except the hole that'd been neatly carved out within him, in the perfect shape of something that will never willingly fit.
He doesn't remember now, exactly how long that had lasted. All he knows is that it got easier, eventually, and that no matter what time does not wait for anyone or anything, least of all somebody like him.
So he'd moved on, just as he did with everything else. What has happened has already happened, and nothing can change it. They've made their choices and so must accept the consequences, no matter what it might be.]