[Paul doesn't turn his head towards the figures lingering at a distance behind him. He doesn't have to, with the way his hand tightens on Kaworu's shoulder, his face drawn and paled. Paul withdraws his fingers, but leaves his hand on Kaworu's shoulder, as much clinging as comforting.]
I don't know.
[His throat bobs in a swallow, a trickle of salt on the back of his tongue.]
I don't want you to be disappointed if he doesn't answer.
[As if disappointment is the word for what this is.]
no subject
I don't know.
[His throat bobs in a swallow, a trickle of salt on the back of his tongue.]
I don't want you to be disappointed if he doesn't answer.
[As if disappointment is the word for what this is.]