[Kaworu gives Paul a rueful smile. Just a soft upturn at the left side of his mouth before his lips fall back into a drawn line. A rather perfect mirror of what counts as a smile for Paul these days.
Perhaps there's nothing wrong in this instance of not wanting catharsis but there's certainly much wrong with him. He's entire existence is wrong. A combination of two opposing forces. Nothing fits together entirely right. Like he's held together by tape and little pieces of string.
But that's neither here nor there. He's learned enough by now that it's not the time to have this conversation. Or maybe ever. It's not like it's a secret from anyone who knows him.
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Perhaps there's nothing wrong in this instance of not wanting catharsis but there's certainly much wrong with him. He's entire existence is wrong. A combination of two opposing forces. Nothing fits together entirely right. Like he's held together by tape and little pieces of string.
But that's neither here nor there. He's learned enough by now that it's not the time to have this conversation. Or maybe ever. It's not like it's a secret from anyone who knows him.
So instead there's just a nod.]