"I'm not turning back. I wouldn't- I'm doing this. Whatever it takes. I'm not afraid. I've done more than you know."
Kaworu ducks out of Midoriya's kind grip and away from Paul's affectionate one. He makes his way, footsteps unusually heavy, over to the board where all of the Old Man's notes are posted. He reaches out to smooth out the creases in a particular note in an attempt at self-soothing.
It's not Midoriya's fault, he knows. He means well and would do anything to protect the hearts of his friends. But... he wasn't there on the beach. He didn't hear the Old Man try to beg and bargain for a life to a creature drowned out the idea of mercy centuries ago.
People keep telling him it's not his fault. Yet, he still can't shake the feeling. It haunts him, seeping into the corners of his mind like dark tides at midnight.
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Kaworu ducks out of Midoriya's kind grip and away from Paul's affectionate one. He makes his way, footsteps unusually heavy, over to the board where all of the Old Man's notes are posted. He reaches out to smooth out the creases in a particular note in an attempt at self-soothing.
It's not Midoriya's fault, he knows. He means well and would do anything to protect the hearts of his friends. But... he wasn't there on the beach. He didn't hear the Old Man try to beg and bargain for a life to a creature drowned out the idea of mercy centuries ago.
People keep telling him it's not his fault. Yet, he still can't shake the feeling. It haunts him, seeping into the corners of his mind like dark tides at midnight.