Teaching an ancient entity to feel was... challenging.
Gahom understood concepts but not experiences. It could describe love but not feel it. It could observe connection but not participate.
"This is like teaching a rock to swim," Maya complained.
*Rocks do not swim.
"Exactly my point."
But slowly, incrementally, something shifted.
Gahom began to notice small things—the way creatures greeted each other, the comfort of touch, the warmth of shared laughter.
*This feeling. When the small ones gather. What is it?
"Community."
*It is... pleasant.
"That's the start."
The Watcher watched its brother's transformation with wonder.
*I did not think it possible. Gahom, feeling.
"Anything's possible with time and patience."
*And love.
"Yeah. And love."