[ The piece of Kaworu that he wants, the piece that's boy and not monster, writhes and goes brittle— and then he steadies, settles, begins to even out. God holds his hand through it all.
The bin threatens to run over with seawater, which is a problem for the hardwood floors. They'll get to that later. The house has, evidently, seen worse.
When Kaworu looks up, with the dazed and rumpled look of someone realizing the scope of just how fucked they'd been, God quirks a tired little smile at him. ]
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The bin threatens to run over with seawater, which is a problem for the hardwood floors. They'll get to that later. The house has, evidently, seen worse.
When Kaworu looks up, with the dazed and rumpled look of someone realizing the scope of just how fucked they'd been, God quirks a tired little smile at him. ]
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