[Paul stares down at Kaworu. It is a long stare. It is significant. It portends.
When this has no effect, Paul turns his eyes towards the ceiling, and heaves a sigh of long-suffering forbearance.]
No, Kaworu.
[And at that, Paul turns on his heel and exits the room. If Kaworu is feeling well enough to ask to be thrown back in the ocean, he's well enough to pour his own de-congesting herbal tea while uttering horrifying reminders of recent events, thank you.]
later days
When this has no effect, Paul turns his eyes towards the ceiling, and heaves a sigh of long-suffering forbearance.]
No, Kaworu.
[And at that, Paul turns on his heel and exits the room. If Kaworu is feeling well enough to ask to be thrown back in the ocean, he's well enough to pour his own de-congesting herbal tea while uttering horrifying reminders of recent events, thank you.]