Paul pushes up onto his elbow, swallowing thickly around the residue that's colonized his mouth as he reaches over Midoriya to brush at Kaworu's tangled, sweat-tacked hair.

"You aren't going to die," Paul assures him, not remotely convincingly, "We'll get you a new heart. Teacher will gr-"

That's one of the least sensible things he's ever said aloud, and he vaguely and grimly remembers calling the taste of human skin 'leathery'. Paul frowns, twisting his head to wipe a stray trace of dampness from the corner of his mouth.

"Do you remember what happened?"