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[Five fingers and a palm. Thumb, index, middle, ring, the pinky. Flesh and blood. Boring. Definitely not the end of the world. So, why does Kaworu have that eschatonic look on his face? Shinji can only see Kaworu's expression in his peripheral vision, but what he's seeing is enough to know. Kaworu looks like someone who would be happy to die in this instant. Everything Kaworu could ever want--everything he could ever need--can be found in the somewhat clammy flesh of a boy named Ikari Shinji. That much is evidence. Not evidence that this isn't real, but it's evidence of something else that has haunted Shinji. He's been with Kaworu for a few months now, while Kaworu...

Kaworu has been with him for a lot longer than that.

Shinji can't get a good look at the truth. Like a trompe-l'œil, it requires an open mind and a certain perspective to see what's going on. He's afraid to turn his head too far in any direction. He's afraid to point out what's obvious, because it might fall apart as soon as it does. Instinct, or something like it, is telling him there are things he shouldn't find out.

He's weak and mushy again when he says,] I'm the last person you should be thankful for.