[The stove is burning steadily, filling the small cabin with heat. Shinji leans against Kaworu without much thought, shoulder digging in slightly into his chest. It's a comfortable juxtaposition, the boundaries between them forgotten for this warm moment.
He had an inkling of what Kaworu wanted to talk about. He stares back into those eyes, face flushing slightly. But he won't let it distract him from what the other's trying to say.]
... I don't understand what you mean by that. [Is he referring to the part of him that was still an Angel? Shinji knew, deep down, that destruction might've been part of Kaworu's nature.
It was so much more pleasant, however, to overlook it.]
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He had an inkling of what Kaworu wanted to talk about. He stares back into those eyes, face flushing slightly. But he won't let it distract him from what the other's trying to say.]
... I don't understand what you mean by that. [Is he referring to the part of him that was still an Angel? Shinji knew, deep down, that destruction might've been part of Kaworu's nature.
It was so much more pleasant, however, to overlook it.]