[But Kaworu can never, would never ignore anything about Shinji-kun. The hysteria is noted, processed, and sampled with love. Kaworu takes it into himself and holds it, hot like a lit coal in his mouth, cherishing everything about Shinji-kun that he's able to experience.
But regardless of its beauty, Kaworu isn't aiming to let Shinji-kun wallow in the worst feelings. He wants to provide absolutely any measure of comfort he's able. To feel hysterical, even a little bit, is frightening, and fear already eats away at Shinji-kun so much, in everything... So anything that Kaworu can do to soothe him is a worthwhile endeavor.]
Don't worry. You don't have to be afraid, Ikari-kun. [It's an offering: you don't have to... Kaworu wants Shinji-kun to know that he has a choice. (He wants Shinji-kun to know that he is loved.)
The bed creaks one more time when Kaworu stands up.] I'm coming to help you right now. [He moves easily to the locker. while he speaks, so his voice grows nearer, too. He says softly,] I’ll help you. [His A.T. Field spreads its edges, just enough to come into contact with the locker.
(Captain Katsuragi has made it clear that WILLE won’t stand for Kaworu using the A.T. Field too freely. If he scrambles their signals or dims their clarity, they’ll turn on him. The choker around his neck matches Shinji-kun's in its grim meaning and its danger. When he first entered WILLE's ranks, he knew that it wouldn't be enough just to hold their hatred in his heart. The Captain said, "It doesn't matter how many times you save our lives. This isn't ever coming off. If you understand that, I'll let you on my ship." Kaworu said, "I understand." He smiled. They collared him, and he boarded. He had a choice, at least. Shinji-kun woke up wondering. Kaworu has always understood the consequences of being truly hated.)
He can feel, as stark as sunlight, the collapsed pieces of the locker’s latch. Carefully, his A.T. Field guides them back into place with small metallic clicks.]
I won’t let anything happen to you.
[The door opens. Kaworu stands before the locker with his hand outstretched.]
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But regardless of its beauty, Kaworu isn't aiming to let Shinji-kun wallow in the worst feelings. He wants to provide absolutely any measure of comfort he's able. To feel hysterical, even a little bit, is frightening, and fear already eats away at Shinji-kun so much, in everything... So anything that Kaworu can do to soothe him is a worthwhile endeavor.]
Don't worry. You don't have to be afraid, Ikari-kun. [It's an offering: you don't have to... Kaworu wants Shinji-kun to know that he has a choice. (He wants Shinji-kun to know that he is loved.)
The bed creaks one more time when Kaworu stands up.] I'm coming to help you right now. [He moves easily to the locker. while he speaks, so his voice grows nearer, too. He says softly,] I’ll help you. [His A.T. Field spreads its edges, just enough to come into contact with the locker.
(Captain Katsuragi has made it clear that WILLE won’t stand for Kaworu using the A.T. Field too freely. If he scrambles their signals or dims their clarity, they’ll turn on him. The choker around his neck matches Shinji-kun's in its grim meaning and its danger. When he first entered WILLE's ranks, he knew that it wouldn't be enough just to hold their hatred in his heart. The Captain said, "It doesn't matter how many times you save our lives. This isn't ever coming off. If you understand that, I'll let you on my ship." Kaworu said, "I understand." He smiled. They collared him, and he boarded. He had a choice, at least. Shinji-kun woke up wondering. Kaworu has always understood the consequences of being truly hated.)
He can feel, as stark as sunlight, the collapsed pieces of the locker’s latch. Carefully, his A.T. Field guides them back into place with small metallic clicks.]
I won’t let anything happen to you.
[The door opens. Kaworu stands before the locker with his hand outstretched.]