[When she breaks, there's a moment where savagery takes over. He knows where Sayo hurts and he can can aim a perfect shot right at her weak spot. Paul identified the target and now he can swoop in for a killing blow.
This is her fault. This stupid witch's fault and she tried to make it seem like it was his fault to spare herself the pain. It's such a pathetic thing that humans do. They do whatever they can to avoid pain. Stupid girl. Stupid witch.
Kaworu steps closer, boxing her in between himself, Paul and the wall. She couldn't run if she wanted to. It would be so easy to activate his AT Field and crush her. There would be the satisfying sensation and sound of her bones being crushed and gurgling gasps as her lungs flattened out and then he'd never have to hear her shrill voice ever again.
And he can't do it. He looks into her face and realizes that his face must have looked the same just a few moments ago. There's nothing but pain and guilt etched into every line of her face, clouding her eyes, twisting her mouth. It's hard to look at, it makes him sick, it makes a sensation in his stomach twist like it's full of snakes. It takes him a bit to realize that it's pity.
"And there's... always someone to care about you. Despite everything." Kaworu wants to argue that but all he can think about is the words written on the page by a bird so thinly tethered to reality that she was almost more of a specter than anything else: "welcomed, and well-loved". He still does not understand how the Old Man came to love him, or why, but it's the only time he'd ever heard those words and he'd do anything to hear them again.
So as much as he wants the satisfaction and catharsis from causing Sayo pain, instead he finds his heart opening against his will. It will probably hurt. It will probably make him suffer through the guilt he's been trying to keep under control like a rabid animal trapped within him. It probably won't make him feel better. But... it might be the only change he has to hear those words again.
Wading through the blood, he approaches her. For a second, he only gazes at her, coldly, before he reaches out a hand to her. A small, pale peace offering.]
Just tell me everything you know. I don't care if it's your fault and I don't care if you're here. He'd save you over himself even if you begged him not to. That's his nature. I just... I have to save him. I have to. I don't care if you tell me it's impossible, just tell me everything you know.
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This is her fault. This stupid witch's fault and she tried to make it seem like it was his fault to spare herself the pain. It's such a pathetic thing that humans do. They do whatever they can to avoid pain. Stupid girl. Stupid witch.
Kaworu steps closer, boxing her in between himself, Paul and the wall. She couldn't run if she wanted to. It would be so easy to activate his AT Field and crush her. There would be the satisfying sensation and sound of her bones being crushed and gurgling gasps as her lungs flattened out and then he'd never have to hear her shrill voice ever again.
And he can't do it. He looks into her face and realizes that his face must have looked the same just a few moments ago. There's nothing but pain and guilt etched into every line of her face, clouding her eyes, twisting her mouth. It's hard to look at, it makes him sick, it makes a sensation in his stomach twist like it's full of snakes. It takes him a bit to realize that it's pity.
"And there's... always someone to care about you. Despite everything." Kaworu wants to argue that but all he can think about is the words written on the page by a bird so thinly tethered to reality that she was almost more of a specter than anything else: "welcomed, and well-loved". He still does not understand how the Old Man came to love him, or why, but it's the only time he'd ever heard those words and he'd do anything to hear them again.
So as much as he wants the satisfaction and catharsis from causing Sayo pain, instead he finds his heart opening against his will. It will probably hurt. It will probably make him suffer through the guilt he's been trying to keep under control like a rabid animal trapped within him. It probably won't make him feel better. But... it might be the only change he has to hear those words again.
Wading through the blood, he approaches her. For a second, he only gazes at her, coldly, before he reaches out a hand to her. A small, pale peace offering.]
Just tell me everything you know. I don't care if it's your fault and I don't care if you're here. He'd save you over himself even if you begged him not to. That's his nature. I just... I have to save him. I have to. I don't care if you tell me it's impossible, just tell me everything you know.