I do. I want you to know it. You're... [It's so nice to be touching. To be resting. Kaworu deserves neither of those things, yet Shinji offers them. He feels swaddled in cotton. He feels like the moon swinging in orbit, and Shinji is the Earth, filled with the potential to be bursting with life. Kaworu remembers looking down at planet Earth. He'd like to have seen it when it was still blue.]

Inside of me, [he says,] there's an opera. It's carrying on loudly and fantastically. You composed the whole thing. Your voice lends to every role.