[Even when man seeks to be alone, he fears it. Kaworu is certain that nobody wants to be truly alone — to be, perhaps, alone on one's own terms, but not without a soul to turn to. To relate to...
And Kaworu can relate. He felt alone during the emptiest part of his life, and he never wants to return to those times. Only when his role of repetition become clear to him did he realize that, through everything... No matter how many years in between... He'd always be coming back to Ikari Shinji. He'd always have that. He tells himself, too, that it's all he'll ever need. Just Shinji-kun. Just...]
Shinji-kun, [he says once more, and then this time, their mouths don't reconnect. Still, Kaworu's lips stay hovering close, and his eyes travel the close span of Shinji's face.] Does it feel good?
[He's so gentle, and so concerned, because there are things to fear other than loneliness.]
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And Kaworu can relate. He felt alone during the emptiest part of his life, and he never wants to return to those times. Only when his role of repetition become clear to him did he realize that, through everything... No matter how many years in between... He'd always be coming back to Ikari Shinji. He'd always have that. He tells himself, too, that it's all he'll ever need. Just Shinji-kun. Just...]
Shinji-kun, [he says once more, and then this time, their mouths don't reconnect. Still, Kaworu's lips stay hovering close, and his eyes travel the close span of Shinji's face.] Does it feel good?
[He's so gentle, and so concerned, because there are things to fear other than loneliness.]