[He'd sort of forgotten what the wind and sun feel like.
Kaworu squints as he exits the terminal, raising a hand to block out the sun that's illuminating the runway. Just standing there, dressed as usual in his school uniform, hair messy like he just woke up, a bit of blood still staining his collar that he couldn't wash out.
He can see Wiš'adel in the distance in the middle of the runway. The closer he gets, the more he feel the heat from the scenery that glitches and flickers around her. He wonders if he'll start to feel something the closer he gets to her. He thought he'd feel more anger or more sadness but as for now he just feels the need to carry out what he's been brought here to do.
Within about 15 feet or so he stops, hand still raised above his face. He does not appear to be armed.]
Yeah. I'm going to... [He finds words that he's heard but that are not his.] I'm going to make you face justice.
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Kaworu squints as he exits the terminal, raising a hand to block out the sun that's illuminating the runway. Just standing there, dressed as usual in his school uniform, hair messy like he just woke up, a bit of blood still staining his collar that he couldn't wash out.
He can see Wiš'adel in the distance in the middle of the runway. The closer he gets, the more he feel the heat from the scenery that glitches and flickers around her. He wonders if he'll start to feel something the closer he gets to her. He thought he'd feel more anger or more sadness but as for now he just feels the need to carry out what he's been brought here to do.
Within about 15 feet or so he stops, hand still raised above his face. He does not appear to be armed.]
Yeah. I'm going to... [He finds words that he's heard but that are not his.] I'm going to make you face justice.