[Of course Anders has his magic down there. Somehow, everything comes back when you're chosen or you're the one who will die. It seems unfair that his powers would return when he must carry out a task like this. Or perhaps one that he chose to carry out.
Then Anders' arm is on the floor, discarded and useless, like a reminder that no one leaves this unscarred.]
Anders-!
[Kaworu bangs on the glass. He doesn't care that it won't break. There's something soothing to the rhythm of the sound of his knuckles hitting the glass and the pain that follows milliseconds later. One-and-two-and-three-and-four, endlessly against the glass, over and over.]
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Then Anders' arm is on the floor, discarded and useless, like a reminder that no one leaves this unscarred.]
Anders-!
[Kaworu bangs on the glass. He doesn't care that it won't break. There's something soothing to the rhythm of the sound of his knuckles hitting the glass and the pain that follows milliseconds later. One-and-two-and-three-and-four, endlessly against the glass, over and over.]