pc: kaworu

[sacredpath]

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[peripheries]

I guess it doesn't matter anyway. Not now. Not anymore.

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It does matter if she decides to kill us in our sleep, but...

[she doesn't seem that threatening it's hard to take that seriously.]

How are you feeling?

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[Shrugs, seemingly unconcerned, then rubs at his face.]

My head hurts. And I feel like I'm seasick.

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You felt that badly, about Anders?

[peripheries]

I... didn't want him to die. And I didn't want him to lose someone. But I didn't want Firefly to die either.

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I know that's how you felt.

[it was just a bit of a surprise to knew he really did care.]

[peripheries]

Then why did you ask?

[Just kind of slumps down... in the pew, one arm thrown over his face.]

[sacredpath]

I have no idea.

[genuine. she will let him slump, making no move to assist.]

I meant more... it was because you liked having him as a roommate so much?

[peripheries]

I spent nearly all of my life in a room by myself. When faced with the prospect that I could be alone again, I realized how much I like that he's there with me. And I didn't want to be there if I'm alone.

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[oh.]

Why were you alone?

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Because my existence was to be kept secret from only a select few who knew what the future held in store. I was a trump card, many years in the making.

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That explains so much of why you are the way you are.

[she says this glibly, but she doesn't mean it that way. if anything, it hits home somehow, even if she's not certain why.]

What did they want to use you for?

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[Well, he can't really argue with that. If he'd lived a life outside, more like the First Child, then he'd probably be different. Less like himself and more like her.]

The destruction of the human race and the end of their reign on the planet.

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Ah. So when you say things like, it wouldn't be sad if all billion people died, that's because that's what you've been tasked with doing?

[peripheries]

That's right. Humans and angels are similar beings and yet we cannot co-exist. Only one species can survive on the planet and the other other must perish. If the human race survives, my people have no place.

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Why can't they co-exist?

[peripheries]

[It's almost like a metaphor about how humans struggle to understand and exist with others.]

Because only one species can dominate. We are born to strive for our own survival and seek power. For an angel to touch our progenitor, Adam, would mean the instant destruction of Lilith's children, humans or Lilin as we know them.

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[oh i see it's some bullshit.]

I wonder if that's true, or if it's only something they told you to believe?

[but she's thinking more about herself now than about him.]

Week 2, Monday

[peripheries]

[Wherever they are, Kaworu is standing dead still, eyes wide and one hand pressing the wall to steady himself. The other hand is frozen in front of his face as if poised to raise to his face. Blood drips out of his nose, rolls down the back of his hand, and splatters onto the floor.

"̵M̵a̵y̴b̴e̴ ̶I̷ ̶w̴a̵s̵ ̶b̶o̷r̴n̶ ̴t̵o̵ ̶m̷e̶e̸t̴ ̵y̸o̶u̵.̸"̷
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̸"̵T̸h̸i̶s̴ ̵t̵i̸m̷e̸,̷ ̴I̷ ̸w̶i̷l̸l̴ ̸m̷a̴k̴e̶ ̴y̴o̵u̸ ̷h̸a̸p̴p̴y̵.̶.̶.̴"̷

Words that he never remembers saying flood his memories, tearing up his recollection like typhoon winds.]

There's something wrong with my memories.

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[child, your brain problems.]

Yours too?

[she laughs a little, though it's humorless. he's obviously suffering, but of course he'd tell her about it. why wouldn't he?]

[peripheries]

[He has so many...]

Well... if it's not me then it must be this place.

[Like that's comforting but he does seem to be glad he's not alone.]

[sacredpath]

You can talk to me about it, if you like. Maybe I can help.

[peripheries]

I don't know. I see myself. But it's not me. I'm different. The world is different. Things happen differently.

[He reaches up to touch his neck as though expecting to feel the cold bite of a metal collar he's never actually worn despite the gesture coming so quickly to him.]

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But what is so distressing about the things you're remembering?

[she kind of gets it. it's unsettling, to not be sure what's real.]

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Because...

[He slumps down the wall, letting memories of sunsets meetings and four hands on the piano linger in his mind as though he could might capture and keep them, like catching a butterfly.

He wipes at his face and just spears blood everywhere in the process.]

It always has the same ending.