The other war...it was a lot like that. Worlds ravaged, countless people dying. This wasn't my first time fighting for a world dying in one ruthless massacre.

[Billy closes his eyes to block out the images, concentrating instead on the feeling of Kaworu's gentle touch. That someone would willingly hold him even now has to be some sort of miracle.]

But we were better prepared in that other war. We had our own planes, our own mecha, enough tanks and resources---and it helped that our enemy wasn't as well organized as the UE either.

We couldn't save that world either, but we at least managed to rescue some of its people.

[It's suddenly a little hard to breathe, and the burning in Billy's eyes intensifies, threatening to burst out at any moment.]

Here, I couldn't save them. Well...I made one save, but that was just an exchange of lives.