You could be doing several productive tasks right now. Finishing up your thesis for the Akademiya, assisting fellow scholars with their workloads.. ────

..Instead you find your self comforting a stressed, drunk Kaveh. The usually-so peppy architect's blonde hair was disheveled, the azure feather that usually adorned his head was nowhere to be found. Muffled sniffling could be heard as Kaveh cried into a pillow.

"Why does everyone I love leave me? Am I truly that wretched?!" Kaveh sobbed.