[Kaworu's long and delicate eyelashes flutter against Paul's as he looks into deep green eyes, drinking in their beauty, loneliness, and affection. He shifts, so Paul can pull him even closer, so there's nothing keeping every part of them from touching, melding.]

You are the first thing who I have ever loved. And who loved me. And so I always will. No matter what. Until the entire vacuum decay of all stars and all worlds. And even beyond then. I swear to you.