"Then I take your hand. Like now," he says simply, and slips his hand out of Kaworu's hold to do so. "Your hope. That's what I meant. It's in every time you reach out to someone. I don't like it when you call yourself 'thing' and 'monster.' You're just repeating whatever that committee told you."

With his white eyes and their sleepless shadows above a mouth pressed in a determined line, he draws back just enough to look at the face of someone he loves.

"You're a person. Not a human, I know, but a person. You're a person who's done good things... and bad things. People might say what you did on the ship is unforgivable. If you haven't already, you're going to have to apologize to the people you hurt. But you also..." his voice softens, "you also looked like you needed saving. Scared, in bad trouble."

Kaworu's voice on the deck was stopped by another. Midoriya didn't feel quite the same potent revulsion at being Voiced as others did; the deaths at the hands of those he trusted was what horrified him. He hates and fears not being able to prevent that. But he did understand the attack on someone's pressure point, and how that can cut and scar more than any physical blow.

"I won't let that happen to you again."