Paul draws a circle with his thumb just under the fringe of Kaworu's hair. It's only the proximity of others that keeps him from bending down to press his forehead to the shorter boy's temple, close enough he'd likely bump against Midoriya as well.
He understands what Midoriya is not saying to him directly. He's grateful for the restraint. It's not going to be a secret much longer, as much as it ever was.
"It's going to be all right," he says, in smooth, cool assurance for both of them, "We all know what we're doing. It's good we talked about it. We can count on each other to do what needs to be done, whatever it ends up being."
He considers telling them more. How he's practiced violence in his dreams, the way he knows the punctured weight of a body on the end of a knife, but that wouldn't make either of them feel any better. It doesn't make him feel any better, either. It only makes him feel tired.
"And we'll remind each other we don't have to be as bad as the world is to beat it. All right?"
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He understands what Midoriya is not saying to him directly. He's grateful for the restraint. It's not going to be a secret much longer, as much as it ever was.
"It's going to be all right," he says, in smooth, cool assurance for both of them, "We all know what we're doing. It's good we talked about it. We can count on each other to do what needs to be done, whatever it ends up being."
He considers telling them more. How he's practiced violence in his dreams, the way he knows the punctured weight of a body on the end of a knife, but that wouldn't make either of them feel any better. It doesn't make him feel any better, either. It only makes him feel tired.
"And we'll remind each other we don't have to be as bad as the world is to beat it. All right?"