[The avoidance of eye contact isn't anything new for Kaworu; he knows a thing or two about speaking with an injured heart. And also...
Well, he pauses, here, taking a mellow breath. His smile hasn't left, exactly, but there's a grimness to it, a rueful curve. He's particularly gentle when he speaks again, trying not to tread on sprouts coming out of the ground.] When unkindness is directed toward something intrinsic to a person, that person might wonder if their existence alone necessitates that unkindness. They might believe, then, that it does. And so others are therefore approached with caution, if at all—safety from harm, ideally, but also the fear that one's presence is an intrusion deserving of criticism.
[A barer pause, this time, while he closes his eyes. His smile regains its softness.]
How scary, and difficult too. If someone feels like that, it will take time to learn a better safety.
[... All things in Kaworu's mind are driven by his heart, and all things in Kaworu's heart wind back to a single individual. What he's just told Belth could have been a speech meant for that other boy, not to mention the edgeless fondness in his voice and face. But of course, this other mention takes Kaworu's heart further into its infatuation... Honestly, sometimes he can't shut up about this stuff. Times like this he really does seem fifteen...
...] That's very true of the Captain. Sometime I love does that same thing, so I know it must be good.
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Well, he pauses, here, taking a mellow breath. His smile hasn't left, exactly, but there's a grimness to it, a rueful curve. He's particularly gentle when he speaks again, trying not to tread on sprouts coming out of the ground.] When unkindness is directed toward something intrinsic to a person, that person might wonder if their existence alone necessitates that unkindness. They might believe, then, that it does. And so others are therefore approached with caution, if at all—safety from harm, ideally, but also the fear that one's presence is an intrusion deserving of criticism.
[A barer pause, this time, while he closes his eyes. His smile regains its softness.]
How scary, and difficult too. If someone feels like that, it will take time to learn a better safety.
[... All things in Kaworu's mind are driven by his heart, and all things in Kaworu's heart wind back to a single individual. What he's just told Belth could have been a speech meant for that other boy, not to mention the edgeless fondness in his voice and face. But of course, this other mention takes Kaworu's heart further into its infatuation... Honestly, sometimes he can't shut up about this stuff. Times like this he really does seem fifteen...
...] That's very true of the Captain. Sometime I love does that same thing, so I know it must be good.