[He needs to feel better. He can't go on like this. How is he supposed to just accept the world like this? To have to live with this unfairness and this pain that he never asked for? His life could have been different. He could have been an indifferent creature made of instinct but that was taken from him the moment they twisted humanity into his soul and the very fibers of his body.
He thought perhaps it would change when he grew older. But now he's here and this place is full of adults who are beaten and broken by their circumstances, clinging to meager hope they can find. An endless cycle of being hurt and hurting others and seeking comfort from both.
The crystal embeds itself into Kaworu's stomach. He used to be so afraid of pain because it was new to him and now barely feels a thing. The body is repairable. He has other types of pain to fear.
With a bloodied hand he reaches up and grabs Wiš'adel's neck, twisting fingers into her hair, and pulls himself up. The crystal digs in and breaks through, he can feel the tip grind against the surface of the runway below him.
But it's enough to close the distance. He slams the knife into her neck. It takes less force than he thought it might. He pushes until the hilt is against her jaw.
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[He needs to feel better. He can't go on like this. How is he supposed to just accept the world like this? To have to live with this unfairness and this pain that he never asked for? His life could have been different. He could have been an indifferent creature made of instinct but that was taken from him the moment they twisted humanity into his soul and the very fibers of his body.
He thought perhaps it would change when he grew older. But now he's here and this place is full of adults who are beaten and broken by their circumstances, clinging to meager hope they can find. An endless cycle of being hurt and hurting others and seeking comfort from both.
The crystal embeds itself into Kaworu's stomach. He used to be so afraid of pain because it was new to him and now barely feels a thing. The body is repairable. He has other types of pain to fear.
With a bloodied hand he reaches up and grabs Wiš'adel's neck, twisting fingers into her hair, and pulls himself up. The crystal digs in and breaks through, he can feel the tip grind against the surface of the runway below him.
But it's enough to close the distance. He slams the knife into her neck. It takes less force than he thought it might. He pushes until the hilt is against her jaw.
He keeps his eyes locked on her the whole time.]