He can hear the Old Man's voice say those words to him in his mind. As if he was very far away when they were spoken to him and not right there on the beach as the Old Man pled for his life. As if they were spoken on the surface when he was underwater.
Kaworu holds the letter to his chest. There's no reason to memorize this one. Instead he wonders: Would the Old Man's son have liked him? Would the Old Man even have considered him if his son had still been alive? What did it mean to have a father? Or to be a son? Do humans understand these things by nature of creating life and being born?
Is there even anyone he can ask these questions of?
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He can hear the Old Man's voice say those words to him in his mind. As if he was very far away when they were spoken to him and not right there on the beach as the Old Man pled for his life. As if they were spoken on the surface when he was underwater.
Kaworu holds the letter to his chest. There's no reason to memorize this one. Instead he wonders: Would the Old Man's son have liked him? Would the Old Man even have considered him if his son had still been alive? What did it mean to have a father? Or to be a son? Do humans understand these things by nature of creating life and being born?
Is there even anyone he can ask these questions of?