[In that moment, Kaworu perhaps understands why humans don’t always say what they mean. Or why he wrapped words in a joke. There’s a risk to truth, of giving up too much of yourself, of exposing weakness, of changing things that you thought were steady and that will be forever transformed.
It’s now Kaworu’s turn to pull back, as Paul did in his tent, and break a small tether between them. He lets go of Paul, even if it feels like ripping off layers of his own skin, and grips the railing once again.]
If you’d take it.
[The railing feels cold. Or maybe his hands are very hot.]
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It’s now Kaworu’s turn to pull back, as Paul did in his tent, and break a small tether between them. He lets go of Paul, even if it feels like ripping off layers of his own skin, and grips the railing once again.]
If you’d take it.
[The railing feels cold. Or maybe his hands are very hot.]
Or I’d take over all your chores for a month.