"It hurts more."

At least if he was trying, Kaworu could understand that it was an attempt to cause pain, where he could see all the knives out and know what's coming. He wishes he could curl closer those flames that look so gentle now, warm, like a hearth.

This is an endless song and dance, isn't it? The everlasting beat of drawing close and only to be forced apart despite all of their best intentions of trying to understand.