"Yes," he agreed. It was, he supposed, the best word for it. It wasn't specific, and it didn't demonstrate all that there was between them, but that was not unusual. The pitfalls of language. The weaknesses of expression. Nuance and one's own thoughts augmented a word and made it personal, but only in one's own mind. Shinji was a friend, but was associated with specific events and memories that differentiated him limitlessly from Stefan, or from Ayanami, or from Otacon. These things were beyond words. He suspected the Lilim felt the same, but there was no surety.
Without fully realizing it, he had begun to smile again. The dull unfocused distance in his eyes was dismissed, and he met Stefan's eyes clearly. Stefan's passing curiosity mirrored Kaworu own. As they both experienced love, perhaps it was of greater interest when they saw it in others. But again, Kaworu only knew himself.
And although there was always happiness associated with Shinji, the memories of that night tainted and darkened that. "But I believe Shinji was hurt that night," he added, barely more than a murmur. "Deeper, and unseen. What happened to Elena?"
Without fully realizing it, he had begun to smile again. The dull unfocused distance in his eyes was dismissed, and he met Stefan's eyes clearly. Stefan's passing curiosity mirrored Kaworu own. As they both experienced love, perhaps it was of greater interest when they saw it in others. But again, Kaworu only knew himself.
And although there was always happiness associated with Shinji, the memories of that night tainted and darkened that. "But I believe Shinji was hurt that night," he added, barely more than a murmur. "Deeper, and unseen. What happened to Elena?"
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