[Paul bends slightly to meet Kaworu's reaching arms, gingerly folding his arms around Kaworu's back. He can give this much, even if he can't provide safety, or closure, or a balm for open injury. He can be present. He can be silent about hoping that the glass-eyed ghost at Kaworu's back stays distant and uncertain.]
I don't think anyone would ever forget knowing you.
[It's impossible to imagine. Kaworu doesn't slip past people's guards - he breaks them, sweeps aside their defenses, and claims territory, for better or for worse. He asks questions no one else would ask, and says things no one else would say.
Gideon, Kaworu, even Sayo. All these people so sure they aren't worth remembering, that their existence is a passing traceless shadow on the world.]
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I don't think anyone would ever forget knowing you.
[It's impossible to imagine. Kaworu doesn't slip past people's guards - he breaks them, sweeps aside their defenses, and claims territory, for better or for worse. He asks questions no one else would ask, and says things no one else would say.
Gideon, Kaworu, even Sayo. All these people so sure they aren't worth remembering, that their existence is a passing traceless shadow on the world.]
I wouldn't. [No- not quite-] I won't.