"There are worlds where heroes don't exist. I think we are entering one of those."

Kaworu's tone is quiet and gets softer as he leans into Paul's hand on his neck, desperate for contact. There's no frustration in his voice, no condescension, like Midoriya should understand this but he's too foolish. Instead, it's quiet, resigned.

There are children in many worlds with predetermined fates and no one ever came to save them.

"And this isn't about me. It's about the Old Man. I'll be fine."