[Red eyes glance past Paul's and over at Shinji. Just standing there, looking hopeless as he always does and Kaworu remembers wanting to give him hope. Thinking he could be hope.
He opens his mouth to form words but he can't. Not because he has none but because there's so many and they all threaten to spill out like cacophonous vomit. "See, I don't need you anymore." "Look, I'm different from how I was back then." "Why didn't you just listen when I tried to be your friend? We could have stopped all of this?" "Maybe I asked too much of you."
There's a small shake of his head.]
I can't. It's... Maybe that's something for humans. And not me.
[His tone tinged with bitterness but also quiet undertones of self-reproach, the sort used when preparing to be the subject of disappointment.]
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He opens his mouth to form words but he can't. Not because he has none but because there's so many and they all threaten to spill out like cacophonous vomit. "See, I don't need you anymore." "Look, I'm different from how I was back then." "Why didn't you just listen when I tried to be your friend? We could have stopped all of this?" "Maybe I asked too much of you."
There's a small shake of his head.]
I can't. It's... Maybe that's something for humans. And not me.
[His tone tinged with bitterness but also quiet undertones of self-reproach, the sort used when preparing to be the subject of disappointment.]