Paul watches Kaworu come to join him with bright blue eyes, shining like lapis lazuli, his mute tracing of Kaworu's journey to the tub full of wild, broken longing. Green eyed, he'd warn Kaworu about the chill of these waters, but like this, after everything that's happened - all he wants is for him to be close.

But he doesn't slide across to fold Kaworu up in his arms. Not yet. He's sure he has the fire back on its leash, he's sure of it - but still, he hesitates. He slips his hands down his shins, into the water itself, and he waits to see if the water will be troubled by them.

"Kaworu," he says, worry tender in his tone, "We'll get her to come home. I promise. It's going to be all right. You won't keep feeling like this. I won't let that happen."