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Billy, please come. I want to see you.

It was never a possibility that I wouldn't.

[Billy wastes no time in gathering up the sheet music, slamming his door, and running up two flights of stairs to knock on Kaworu's.

He's leaning against the opposite wall, breathing hard, books tucked in his arms.]

[The door swings open, and Kaworu appears in the doorway in sweats and a plain shirt. He stares out expressionless at Billy, but the pause suggests more.]

...I saw the message you left me.

[he steps aside and raises his eyebrows hopefully.]

Please, come in.

[Billy simply stares for a few moments. It's been so long, and he takes every detail in. Does he look thinner? Ill? Injured? He slowly approaches, spinning and offering the sheet music once he's inside. He wants to see Kaworu move.]

Shortly after you disappeared, the city was hit with a bombing raid. I spent most of that time fighting to protect. I couldn't do much, but I did manage to pull your sheet music out safely.

[the door shuts, and Kaworu turns to face him. No injuries, no weakness. He is no thinner or paler than he always is. Aside from six weeks of his hair continuing to grow, he looks the same as when he left. But Kaworu looks at him with unreadable eyes.

Those eyes shift down to the books.]

I seem to have caused you a great amount of stress while I was gone.

[taking them, he looks back up at Billy for a moment before beginning to walk towards the door to his room. One hand touches his arm as he walks past, asking him to follow.]

I missed a friend that I strongly care about. Is that surprising?

[Billy follows quietly, now scrutinizing the hair at the back of Kaworu's neck. When they arrive, he still looks worried.]

You were imprisoned all that time. I'm sorry I couldn't do anything.

[He is unsurprised that Billy feels responsible for something he could not possibly have control over.]

It's me who could do nothing.

[The inside of Kaworu's room is bare and undecorated, as if he had moved in that day. When he gets to his bed, he slips under the pulled-back covers and leans back against the headboard.

Kaworu has said very little so far, but it's only because there is so much. He shuffles through the sheet music for a moment, reading the titles.]

...thank you, Billy. For saving these. I guess the piano was likely destroyed.

[Billy comes forward and sits on the side of the bed, facing Kaworu. The personal nature of this would usually make him blush, but right now he needs to be close to Kaworu, to help him.]

I couldn't bear to look. But we can go out together sometime, and it can be repaired. Piano work isn't my area of expertise, but I have tools that can help.

[He shakes his head.]

Why did they release you?

I don't know. I don't remember coming back.

[Billy's weight on the bed makes him look up from the books. As he looks at Billy in the low light of the room, all of the hopelessness and despair accumulated over the past six weeks seems to rise up into his throat like stomach acid.

One of his hands grips the bed sheet and pulls. The sheet pulls taut between Kaworu's hand and Billy.]

Will you come closer?

They must've done something. But you'll be well again. We'll help you, don't worry.

[Billy looks even more worried, a hint of rage rising next to the pain at the back of his voice. How dare anyone treat Kaworu that way. He's clearly affected---and he needs someone here.]

I'm here.

[Billy is seated close to his friend's waist now, gently placing a hand over Kaworu's. It's up to Kaworu how much he's ready for at a time like this.]

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[His hand is warm. The warmth of a breathing, living being. Another heart...

His shoulders hunch as he falls forward, almost as if he were collapsing. With his free hand, he clings to the back of Billy's shirt and hugs him as tightly as he can.]

Billy. [he takes a deep breath against his shoulder.] I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I left. If I knew... but no, how could...

Kaworu!

[Billy catches him easily, supporting the small of Kaworu's back with an arm and holding him as tightly as he dares. He spreads his hand wide on Kaworu's back, searching for the best way to hold and comfort him.]

It's okay. Just...just talk to me. Why did you leave?

My body... the container shaped by its contents. But restrained... It's convenient, isn't it? I can enjoy this comfortable life. Breaking the rules. I've been so happy.

[As he talks, his voice grows quieter and quieter, until he's breathing out the words instead of talking.]

Living among Lilim is so warm and comforting that I wanted to forget everything. I made sure that I forgot my original purpose. But I was stupid. When you open your heart, you invite heartbreak. I knew this and then, it happened...

[he shakes his head against Billy's shoulder.] Billy...

[Billy can't say he understands, not exactly, but he listens. He listens, his hand just barely tracing a small circle on Kaworu's back. He tries to be calm about this, but his voice has a telltale quiver to it.]

What happened to break your heart? What did they do to you?

[His stream of consciousness is interrupted by the intensity in Billy's voice. He falls silent, suddenly aware again that the person in his arms is his friend. Even while trying to explain this, he's causing him pain. Kaworu manages to sit up, his weight lifting from Billy's body and his grip around him relaxing.]

No, they... that's not it. I... I'm sorry.

[what was he talking about? Billy had asked why he left. Kaworu looks up at him through his overgrown bangs. He looks tense but the rambling mindset is gone.]

The epidemic. Around my impervious body, people were dying... People who I loved. Me, who was born just to undo their existence. But how could I just stand by, and...

The illness.

[Billy brings that incident back to the front of his memory. He understands a little more, looking up with a heavy heart.]

You were born to end us. You came to love some of us. And we died all around you, while that plague could never touch you.

So you went to the source of the plague?

[He knows that Billy's inquisitive mind needs a concrete explanation. Yes... Billy needs, too. And now he's returned. Kaworu can try his best to give him that much for now.]

I cast off my purpose, but... I reached back for it again. Out of anguish...

[he shakes his head again.]

...What justification do I have to sit by and do nothing? Kaworu Nagisa, Tabris - born to destroy. Adam isn't here for me to merge with, but with its gifts... Human technology is but a house of cards.

You were going to destroy the United Earth.

[He sucks in a tiny breath.]

Or...everything.

......that was the idea.

[Kaworu watches Billy's face carefully. What is he thinking, right now...? Is he angry? There is no sequence of words that could express Kaworu's disappointment in himself. After everything he's told Billy about who he was, and how he changed, is he disappointed in the same way?

He slumps against him again. This is only part of it, and it would be enough to bear alone. It's all new to Kaworu. ]

Obviously, nothing came of it.

[Billy thinks carefully for a moment. When he starts to slot the pieces together, he curls a little closer against Kaworu.]

You're not the first to react that way when feeling despair, not by a long shot. Sometimes despair can drive people to extremes. And...you meant to do it and hit a wall, right?

Hit a wall.....

[As much as he loves Billy, he doubts that it's possible for him to understand the rest of it. He's only a Lilim. These things are a part of his every day life. Kaworu himself has seen it on his face so many times.

The core of his heart, the part that is so disappointed and embarrassed by his decisions, seems to laugh. The warmth and comfort of living as a Lilim... before this happened, he never truly understood the consequences.]

I could not do it. [not a change of heart...] I was unable. It's impossible, but somehow, my AT Field... it wouldn't work.

[he grips Billy tightly again. can he understand it? the humiliation? the powerlessness? but no, not those things alone... but the difference between...]

[Billy nods minutely. He tightens his hold too, taking a deep breath.]

You felt your purpose so strongly, and were so ready to do it...and then you found yourself powerless, with a goal but seemingly no way to reach it.

I've felt that way so many times...though I have to admit I've never wanted to do something that drastic. Then again, who knows the depth of our feelings?

[He's still clinging.]

I would've gone far, risked my life to save you, and yet I would've been powerless too. I know it's not exactly like that, but you're not the only one feeling rotten.

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[Ah. A laugh comes out of him. It sounds like the beginning of a sob at first, but it becomes a gentle, humorless chuckle.

He didn't understand at all. Kaworu feels different. That's right - he can't understand. Hearts are separate...
]

I know, I'm not. I've really troubled everyone. I've never been more than a stupid boy, have I? This place has turned me into a fool.

You're not a fool, Kaworu.

[Billy shakes his head and sighs, hating how utterly foolish he sounds right now.]

I am. I want to help you, but I don't have the faintest clue how. I'm sorry.

That makes two of us, then.

[He quietly debates if he should try again. Despite knowing that none of these Lilim could understand, the desire to be understood is the same. He wants Billy to feel what he felt, to know how this has shattered the mirror he's used to look back at himself. But why...? It makes no sense. This is compounding the ways that this entire affair hasn't made any sense to him. Kaworu could go in circles over it for hours. He can feel the panic from earlier creeping back towards him.

No. No more of that. It's quicksand.]

You can't help me.

[He shakes his head yet again, trying to drive the fear away away.]

But, you can be here. Just let me stay here like this. Back then, when I realized I could do nothing to free myself after they caught me, I became certain that I would never see you again. And now...

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