[ This he considers very seriously. He weighs his options. The likelihood of getting saltwater all down his front; the likelihood of something vast and angry rearing up to the surface.
But that's the opposite of their problem just now, isn't it? Kaworu's got his soul in crooked. He is like a shuddering newborn revenant in a body that doesn't quite fit. It should fit: it's his body.
... except it isn't, is it. And maybe it wouldn't hurt to pin everything together a little more firmly, til Kaworu's soul figures out for itself what and where it's meant to be. ]
Come and sit with me a while, then. Til it passes.
[ Without invitation or question, he scoops the boy up.
This is not difficult to do. The process is a little awkward, all the same. He fits a steady hand against the boy's shoulder, crouches, tucks his other arm behind skinny knees. When he stands, the movement tucks Kaworu to his chest. This will probably invite more saltwater spew down his shirtfront, but they'll get there when they get there.
With his touch comes the first gentle press of power to soul. The thing which forced Kaworu down was dark and crushing as the sea; God is vast and blinding-bright as the sky. He nudges Kaworu's soul back towards the position he figures it should hold, just so.
It may hurt. It may help. There's rarely one without the other. ]
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But that's the opposite of their problem just now, isn't it? Kaworu's got his soul in crooked. He is like a shuddering newborn revenant in a body that doesn't quite fit. It should fit: it's his body.
... except it isn't, is it. And maybe it wouldn't hurt to pin everything together a little more firmly, til Kaworu's soul figures out for itself what and where it's meant to be. ]
Come and sit with me a while, then. Til it passes.
[ Without invitation or question, he scoops the boy up.
This is not difficult to do. The process is a little awkward, all the same. He fits a steady hand against the boy's shoulder, crouches, tucks his other arm behind skinny knees. When he stands, the movement tucks Kaworu to his chest. This will probably invite more saltwater spew down his shirtfront, but they'll get there when they get there.
With his touch comes the first gentle press of power to soul. The thing which forced Kaworu down was dark and crushing as the sea; God is vast and blinding-bright as the sky. He nudges Kaworu's soul back towards the position he figures it should hold, just so.
It may hurt. It may help. There's rarely one without the other. ]