[Thankfully, Lazarus doesn't have to make that decision for himself. The stir of the water, the presence of another, wakes Kaworu from his dreamed sleep. His eyes, flutter open, blinking in the light from a unformed surface. It reflects off his pale hair and breaks into particles under the water. He keeps himself still curled in that fetal position even as he moves slightly.]
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Where...? What is this?