[He'll enjoy this closeness while it lasts. There is no guarantee that Shinji would still want it as this conversation continues. Kaworu put his arm around his shoulders and held him against him for now, the scent of his hair reaching his nose.]

We are... not destined to be together like this, Shinji. Angel and Lilim... we're meant to be enemies. It is as fundamental as water's intolerance for oil. Positive and negative... zero and one.

[He stares into the fire as he speaks. The words are biting enough already... looking into his eyes as he confesses it would be too intense. Intimidating.]

You once asked me what I meant when I said I was born to meet you. It's true that I was, but... when I said that, I was interpreting our destinies under the distorting effect of infatuation.

[it aches him to say it, but it's a dull, hollow feeling. for as long as they've been away from home, the circumstances of his birth and death still frustrated him. no... they are only worse now, because he has no confidence he can ever escape it, despite the myriad of petty human desires he had in his heart, now.]

I love you... but I am committing blasphemy by doing so. I don't believe it's possible for one of us not to betray the other, in the end.