[There are few people as light on their feet as Paul is, and he knows this house, its warped floorboards and its resonances. He drifts through it in the silence of a ghost. He lingers in the hallway with all of one's presence, listening to Izuku and Kaworu speak to one another.
He is the last person on this world they could possibly want to see right now. He has to remind himself of that with every wrenching word, his hands nerveless fists at his side for aching to reach out to them. If he had any decency, he would have waited at the base of the stairs, like he said that he would.
But if he did, none of them would be here.]
He wasn't there for you because of me.
[Paul stands in the doorway. Where both of them bear the stigmata of corruption, Paul barely appears different than he did when he left this room on the morning of the voyage, except for the violet shadows under his eyes and the slanted bow of his shoulders.]
He didn't leave you. [His voice is dull, his eyes flat.] I took him away.
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He is the last person on this world they could possibly want to see right now. He has to remind himself of that with every wrenching word, his hands nerveless fists at his side for aching to reach out to them. If he had any decency, he would have waited at the base of the stairs, like he said that he would.
But if he did, none of them would be here.]
He wasn't there for you because of me.
[Paul stands in the doorway. Where both of them bear the stigmata of corruption, Paul barely appears different than he did when he left this room on the morning of the voyage, except for the violet shadows under his eyes and the slanted bow of his shoulders.]
He didn't leave you. [His voice is dull, his eyes flat.] I took him away.