Paul lingers on the crook of Midoriya's hand, his face as carefully neutral as the moral position it seems he's slipping into here. He can't let his longing betray him.
He'd been able to change that dream. He wasn't able to change the ones that followed. He doesn't think he can change this one, not in the way Midoriya wants.
"If there are alternatives, we can take them," he says, shifting his attention to Kaworu's tensed hands, another kind of sign, "But some people won't let themselves be saved."
There's a quietness to how he says it that edges towards hollow.
"Even if they would...the world they'd be saved in isn't going to last. If we spend our time there trying to save people who aren't real, we risk the people who are, and for what? A few more hours of false existence?"
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He'd been able to change that dream. He wasn't able to change the ones that followed. He doesn't think he can change this one, not in the way Midoriya wants.
"If there are alternatives, we can take them," he says, shifting his attention to Kaworu's tensed hands, another kind of sign, "But some people won't let themselves be saved."
There's a quietness to how he says it that edges towards hollow.
"Even if they would...the world they'd be saved in isn't going to last. If we spend our time there trying to save people who aren't real, we risk the people who are, and for what? A few more hours of false existence?"