[Commentlog + Persian dialogue]
[Dastan kneels on the floor, hands clasped around a pumpkin with a young man's face--that silly helmet of his included. Dastan's face is every bit distraught. He had set out looking for Tus. Instead, he found a Garsiv pumpkin.]
I--I didn't kill father!
[The pumpkin yells and shouts in anger, pumpkin spittle shooting out of its mouth and landing on Dastan's form. He blamed Dastan, yelled and demanded he was out for Dastan's blood. Dastan is simply clutching the pumpkin, his mind unable to comprehend that he was being yelled at by a pumpkin. But it was Garsiv.]
I didn't! I didn't kill father!
I--I didn't kill father!
[The pumpkin yells and shouts in anger, pumpkin spittle shooting out of its mouth and landing on Dastan's form. He blamed Dastan, yelled and demanded he was out for Dastan's blood. Dastan is simply clutching the pumpkin, his mind unable to comprehend that he was being yelled at by a pumpkin. But it was Garsiv.]
I didn't! I didn't kill father!