[There's a soft flinch at Johnny's name. Only a few days ago, he would have twisted his face into as sneer at the thought of anyone being associated with someone like that, making a comment about how he doubted Johnny had friends.
Now, Kaworu realizes that maybe Johnny was right about him. That he's weak and a coward. That there's nothing to see in him but something half-full and discarded.]
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Now, Kaworu realizes that maybe Johnny was right about him. That he's weak and a coward. That there's nothing to see in him but something half-full and discarded.]
You don't know me, so why does it make you glad?