When Billy moves, Kaworu's eyes dart up to follow him, and he looks at the hand on his shoulder with a taint of disbelief on his face. It's a rare spontaneous emotion from him, and it fades just as quickly as it came. He definitely wasn't expecting him to come over, nevermind touch him.

This is all very strange. Both the experience of telling someone all of this, and of the up-and-down reactions to it.

He looks away again as he continued. "Not really. Lilim are mostly the same everywhere," he says. "But I got to meet one of the people who had fought the angels up to then - one of the child pilots I mentioned. He's the one who made me rethink how I looked at the rest of them."

But things are not good right now between him and that boy, Shinji Ikari. Without missing a beat, he tries to skip over that chapter.

"At this point, millions of years after Lilith's trespass, the planet really belongs to the Lilim. Not me or anyone else. They need it for reasons greater than any of mine ever were. And they need each other, too. For all of their flaws, there is worth inside them."