[A shaking hand, clammy and cold, is placed into God's. And there's an explosion of pain. It's not physical, Kaworu is used to that sort of pain, but in the depths of his being. Like someone is touching and holding the sacred parts of him to keep his head above the water but it hurts. It painful to surface, to live, to be after so long of not doing so.
The boy makes a pained noise and ducks down, heaving up impossible amounts of sea water into the bin, hand clasping God's like a lifeline.
And then it's over, he sits there, gasping for breath but he can remember and feel that he is breathing. He looks up, a little wide-eyed, at the man who pulled him back from the depths.]
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The boy makes a pained noise and ducks down, heaving up impossible amounts of sea water into the bin, hand clasping God's like a lifeline.
And then it's over, he sits there, gasping for breath but he can remember and feel that he is breathing. He looks up, a little wide-eyed, at the man who pulled him back from the depths.]