[The search puts quite a lot of strain on Kaworu. He does his best to stick close to this near-stranger out of fear of all these total strangers. More than a few times he clings to Shinji's clothes again, as some unfamiliar noise or sight catches him off guard.
By the time an hour has passed, Kaworu is clearly in low spirits, keeping his face bowed. His body is hurting him beneath the bandages around his torso. He wants to be in the clean white angular room again, the one from before that he woke up inside. At least it wasn't like this marketplace; it was quiet, like his tank or his bedroom. He's starting to think about slipping away when Shinji wasn't looking when he turns towards the sound of his name.
When he sees the piano, he stares for a moment.]
... Ah...
[It definitely looks a lot like his piano at home, but it's scuffed-up and worn, just like this place.
He steps closer and runs one hand over the top of it.]
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By the time an hour has passed, Kaworu is clearly in low spirits, keeping his face bowed. His body is hurting him beneath the bandages around his torso. He wants to be in the clean white angular room again, the one from before that he woke up inside. At least it wasn't like this marketplace; it was quiet, like his tank or his bedroom. He's starting to think about slipping away when Shinji wasn't looking when he turns towards the sound of his name.
When he sees the piano, he stares for a moment.]
... Ah...
[It definitely looks a lot like his piano at home, but it's scuffed-up and worn, just like this place.
He steps closer and runs one hand over the top of it.]
It's like mine.