Shinji was worried. He'd been waiting for a while - Kaworu still hadn't arrived. He didn't know why and as always his insecurities had begun to flare up. Maybe he'd changed his mind. Maybe he didn't really want to see Shinji. Maybe he'd simply been hallucinating the whole thing. Shinji glanced down the darkened hallway, flashlight dangling from his
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With Dean back, it somehow made him more conscious of it all, too, and he didn't know how he felt about that.
"I'm fine. Or, better," he said. "I've had worse, just...not in awhile. Wouldn't say no to an aspirin, though."
And the thing was, he'd barely done anything. A single burst of power shouldn't have knocked him down this bad. Maybe during the very first couple of times he'd started, but otherwise-
It was getting annoying. There wasn't much occasion for him to use his abilities here if at all, he knew that, but it was the principle of the matter. They were his. He could do something with them and he didn't like the feeling that he was losing his hold. It wasn't as if he had a lot going for him in the first place when it came to the whole you-have-demon-blood deal.
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