[Kaworu slides off the windowsill onto the floor, his movement so light and delicate that it's a reminder that he is, either fundamentally or in some part, inhuman. He stands above the hero on the ground, looking down on him, seven eyes unreadable, expression impassive.]

Izuku.

You're the one who hurt me.

[His eyes glance up to Paul to know that he is not excluded from being the source of pain. But Paul knows this. They had spoken about this after all in a night so happy that harm to each other seemed impossible.

He reaches out to touch a freckled cheek but there's no affection in the gesture. It's as though it's a message that he exists to tell and nothing more.]

And I have hurt you.

Though I knew it was inevitable, I was... not prepared for how much it weigh on me to be hurt by those I cared for and to hurt them in return. I... couldn't bear it if I was left again. Or if I hurt you both again.

If I remain here. None of that will happen.