[The next blow lands as her words wash over Kaworu, seeping into every fold of his mind, every beat of his abormal heart, and obscuring the light of his soul.
It catches him in the ribs and there's a sickening crack as they break as easily as twigs and stumbles sideways, colliding heavily into the wall. He gags, heaving up a little bile and water into the blood, reacting more to her words than the pain. He's used to physical pain as baseline for existence. There's no reaction when there's a few more small little cracking noise, starting soft and then growing louder as his ribs realign and heal.]
I know.
[The words are like blood in his mouth, metallic and thick, and as though they just fall from his mouth.]
I know it's my fault. I just... [His shoulders shake a little and he throws himself against the wall again, hard enough that it makes a noise that echoes in the room.] I just don't understand how if it's my fault... how he could... still say that he cares for me. That he loves me.
[The words end with a ragged, pained, tone. A hiss that's holding in a howl underneath. Then Kaworu approaches Shannon... Sayo, once more, slowly like he's not poised to attack but instead like he can barely stand and might collapse at her feet.]
Tell me how you got out. Tell me more about where he is. Tell me anything. And you can do what you want. You can kill me.
I don't care.
[The last sentence is so soft that it betrays itself. Of course he cares. He's terrified that if he ends up deep in that ocean again, he'll never return. Never see the Old Man saved, never train with Gideon again, never get to have Midoriya sleepover, never learn from Teacher again, never watch another film with Harrow again, never get to make Paul smile again.
cw: broken bones, light emeto, death seeking
It catches him in the ribs and there's a sickening crack as they break as easily as twigs and stumbles sideways, colliding heavily into the wall. He gags, heaving up a little bile and water into the blood, reacting more to her words than the pain. He's used to physical pain as baseline for existence. There's no reaction when there's a few more small little cracking noise, starting soft and then growing louder as his ribs realign and heal.]
I know.
[The words are like blood in his mouth, metallic and thick, and as though they just fall from his mouth.]
I know it's my fault. I just... [His shoulders shake a little and he throws himself against the wall again, hard enough that it makes a noise that echoes in the room.] I just don't understand how if it's my fault... how he could... still say that he cares for me. That he loves me.
[The words end with a ragged, pained, tone. A hiss that's holding in a howl underneath. Then Kaworu approaches Shannon... Sayo, once more, slowly like he's not poised to attack but instead like he can barely stand and might collapse at her feet.]
Tell me how you got out. Tell me more about where he is. Tell me anything. And you can do what you want. You can kill me.
I don't care.
[The last sentence is so soft that it betrays itself. Of course he cares. He's terrified that if he ends up deep in that ocean again, he'll never return. Never see the Old Man saved, never train with Gideon again, never get to have Midoriya sleepover, never learn from Teacher again, never watch another film with Harrow again, never get to make Paul smile again.
...But he needs this. More than anything.]