I don't know what I deserve. I don't understand how any of that works. I think... humans just created it to make the world make sense to them.
[He drops down into a crouch next to her, eyes wide, and unsure. He doesn't know what to say, so he reaches out a hand. A comforting hand. A hand that desires to be held in return.]
[ Gideon doesn't take the hand, at first. She meant what she said, about not deserving. If she takes that hand, she thinks, he'll know, somehow, that she is gross. Unclean. A failure, rotten to the core, and always has been.
But Gideon has always been selfish. She rests a numb, cold hand in his. She doesn't feel the contact. She doesn't feel much of anything, right now. ]
He deserves to die. [ Said dispassionately, a fact. There's only one he. ] And I'm supposed to do it. That's why they made me.
I was told that we're allowed to be more than what we were made for here.
[He grips her hand tightly, like a lifeline. He feels her hand in his, the cold skin with all its grooves and calluses that make it familiar to him. There's echoes of emotions in that touch, bouncing around in the cave of flat corruption.]
[ The touch is familiar. The familiarity hurts, but at least it feels like something. Hurt is better than nothing. She focuses on the pressure, tries to let that be a substitute for sensation. It doesn't really work.
She shakes her head. ]
No. You still can. The people who made you aren't here. But I can't be anything but this. [ a bomb. a tool. ] Not while he's still here.
[It's not an observation, it's a childish defiance. He and Gideon are the same. They have to be. Because if they are the same they can understand each other. They won't be alone.]
[ Gideon doesn't really understand Kaworu's logic, but she doesn't need to. She doesn't want to be alone, either. That's what all this is about, isn't? Being so afraid of loneliness that you can convince yourself a man incapable of love might love you. ]
That's what I'm made for. I'm a bomb sent to kill him.
[ Gideon looks Kaworu in the eye, a reflection of his defiance. ]
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[He drops down into a crouch next to her, eyes wide, and unsure. He doesn't know what to say, so he reaches out a hand. A comforting hand. A hand that desires to be held in return.]
I just don't want you to leave.
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But Gideon has always been selfish. She rests a numb, cold hand in his. She doesn't feel the contact. She doesn't feel much of anything, right now. ]
He deserves to die. [ Said dispassionately, a fact. There's only one he. ] And I'm supposed to do it. That's why they made me.
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[He grips her hand tightly, like a lifeline. He feels her hand in his, the cold skin with all its grooves and calluses that make it familiar to him. There's echoes of emotions in that touch, bouncing around in the cave of flat corruption.]
Do you think that was a lie?
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She shakes her head. ]
No. You still can. The people who made you aren't here. But I can't be anything but this. [ a bomb. a tool. ] Not while he's still here.
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[It's not an observation, it's a childish defiance. He and Gideon are the same. They have to be. Because if they are the same they can understand each other. They won't be alone.]
We... we can get rid of him.
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That's what I'm made for. I'm a bomb sent to kill him.
[ Gideon looks Kaworu in the eye, a reflection of his defiance. ]
And that's what I'm gonna do.