[Accepting this impossible form of comfort is an easy way out. I don't want your sympathy, is what he feels like saying. It certainly isn't going to help Kaworu figure himself out in the long run. But for now, it feels good to have his wounded heart nourished again. Blue's calming patience, his sympathy, his stable mind, flowing into him, is what keeps such bitter thoughts from manifesting into a genuine desire.
Kaworu pushes past the hand on his cheek to bury his face against Blue's shoulder. He smells faintly like the medical ward.]
How am I different now? [he asks after a period of silence.] What is the difference between me and a Lilim, now?
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Kaworu pushes past the hand on his cheek to bury his face against Blue's shoulder. He smells faintly like the medical ward.]
How am I different now? [he asks after a period of silence.] What is the difference between me and a Lilim, now?