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[creationofwill]

Life is very different when there are no humans around. For most of his life, Kowaru had varied between opinions about what should be done with his own self and his own will. He had never even learned that 'will' existed until he was 12. He did not learn that he could employ it for himself until he was 14. And then he died

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[sdatislife]

Shinji is still curled up, asleep. Surprisingly enough, he's not that cold - Second Impact changed climates, after all. It's actually fairly warm in this strange, post-apocalyptic world. He has his arms wrapped around himself and he stirs as Kaworu comes sliding back down to the beach. He mumbles something and rolls over onto his side - he doesn't want to get up yet, apparently. At least that's what he's mumbling half-heartedly.

[creationofwill]

Thank goodness for small favours, as it is preferable to arrive calmly, rather than having to deal with a minor or major bad reaction from Shinji just yet.

Those reactions will come later, he knows. Even he had a little trouble in the empty civilization, nobody to be found for miles. There was damage to be found everywhere, caused by this or that continuing what it had been ordered to do, but with no human to continue the control.

"There is no school to avoid," Kaworu says, kneeling by Shinji, brushing hair out of his eyes. "So there is no excuses that will, ah - " He searches for the expression in his own mind. " - float the boat."

[sdatislife]

Shinji stirs nad his eyes slowly open. He remembers where he is, what's happened - it all comes back. He blinks owlishly up at Kaworu in shock.

"No school...? I..."

He sits up with a small groan, rubbing sleep from his eyes, "...I know. What time...?"

He galnces up at the sky. It's hard to tell.

[creationofwill]

"8:57am, if you want to care about the clocks at this point."

Kaworu has never cared one bit about the clocks at all. Time is a useless transition to measure. It is not as if it was the same for everyone.

Of course, forcing a definition onto it may help at this point, therefore he keeps any opinions inside after that.

[sdatislife]

"...really? It's not that late then. I thought..."

He shakes his head and stares off into the distance for a moment, "...I guess it wasn't just a dream."

He's oddly disappointed. He half-wanted to wake up back in his apartment, with everything normal (relativel) and Misato and... Asuka.

Instead he's on a beach, still. Look at blood red water and white sand.

[creationofwill]

Oh, Kowaru is not stupid, really. It is easy to tell, if you pay attention well enough, that Shinji would rather another in addition to or instead of himself. Kowaru pays attention well enough. But with how everything stood at the moment, he will just have to keep himself useful.

He sits on the sand, dropping the canvas bag in front of himself. "I retrieved some supplies," he says. "Suitable provisionals, food as well."

[sdatislife]

Shinji glances down at the bag and shrugs, "I... I'm not that hungry right now."

He doesn't. He feels a bit hollow, a bit sick. But he's not hungry. He curls his legs up against his chest, glancing side-long at Kaworu, "...thanks, though. Really."

[creationofwill]

Oh, really now.

"I am not having you wither and die of depression," Kaworu says. Now ratbars, those were a humankind staple. It is rather odd to call them that name, but he must get used to it. Especially, apparently, after the end of the world. He had been fortunate enough to be able to collect some and Shinji would eat at least once today.

(He is overestimating his own abilities, or underestimating Shinji's stubbornness, perhaps.)

"If not now, then later, but you are going to put something in that stomach of yours."

[sdatislife]

"...I'm not hungry," Shinji responds. He doesn't want to eat. He just wants to sit here for a while. Not that long. Just a little bit longer, so things will sort themselves out. That's not bad, is it? Besides, maybe he didn't deserve to eat. He'd screwed the world over, anyway.

Maybe Kaworu would touch him again. Hold him close. Part of him wanted him to. Another part just wanted to be left alone. He didn't like this feeling.

"I'll eat later."

[creationofwill]

"You had better," Kowaru says. He is talking without thinking about it, not paying attention to his words as he opened the ratbar for himself. Yes, even he needed to eat. It was not so odd, yes?

"There are ways to convince or make it happen, after all."

That was the part he probably should have paid attention to.

[sdatislife]

Shinji shrugs. People made him do stuff all the time. But if he didn't want to eat, he wasn't going to eat. He just wasn't hungry.

"...alright."

[creationofwill]

"Hmm," Kaworu hums out, the tone mostly neutral. He does not believe Shinji, of course, but that could be dealt with later.

"If I were to guess by your mood, you are not thinking about something happy." But oh, how to change that?

[sdatislife]

"...not really. Just... everything that happened."

Shinji has no idea, really. He's just drifting in his own thoughts right now. About to go on another introspective journey.

[creationofwill]

Introspective journeys were not allowed around here, thank you.

Kowaru pushes his palm against Shinji's forehead, no more than a tap. "No," he says. "Honestly. You need to learn to control your own thoughts."

He has his introspective journeys in his sleep, thank you!

[sdatislife]

Shinji looks up, blinking, "...control my thoughts? But... Yeah, you're probably right."

He slumps back a little, staring at the sand in between his feet. Really, this whole affair was rather depressing and starting to get to him.

[creationofwill]

"Shinji," Kowaru says, shifting on the sand so that he is sitting closer, next to Shinji. "Try to think of something that has made you happy before, then we can expand upon it."

At this point, if Kowaru has to share some of his own, he will - but he would really rather not.