[Kaworu's own head is still tilted, resting, and his smile refuses to budge. His fingers are curled against his legs. He stares for a moment, a still image of friendliness, before finally lifting his head. His chin sets atop his knees and he once more watches the lava flow.]
I would rather change than not.
[He's drastically different now than he was at the start of his life. His first lifetimes contain memories of nothing but stupidity. He was stupid and he ruined everything repeatedly. In the present day, he still tries as hard as he can to be loved, but at least now he presents himself with composure. "Death of the self" is deeply important to Kaworu — if he could, he'd kill those past selves with his own hands. As it is, he just represses them.]
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I would rather change than not.
[He's drastically different now than he was at the start of his life. His first lifetimes contain memories of nothing but stupidity. He was stupid and he ruined everything repeatedly. In the present day, he still tries as hard as he can to be loved, but at least now he presents himself with composure. "Death of the self" is deeply important to Kaworu — if he could, he'd kill those past selves with his own hands. As it is, he just represses them.]