Time passes quickly, even in death you don’t have the chance to breathe. Or was death even encountered? It felt like the breath had only been knocked out of him, put him in a restless slumber and choked him of all the senses. It wasn’t as petrifying as most expect, but it wasn’t anything pleasant either.
It’s cold outside, something Kaworu never thought about on the surface. He hadn’t relied on his body, his Adam form, to keep him in a level of comfort. Comfort was just a fantasy humans put themselves into to remain steady, to remain calm. A lot of humans in this world sought comfort, and Kaworu had once found it himself. In the presence of a certain other.
He hadn’t been able to approach the bunker, unearthed after Third Impact. Society would pull him out like the runt of the litter; accuse and abuse the sight of something beyond different. He had to stay quiet, at least for awhile. Stay low and keep his head down. He’d accomplished such a task before, hiding on SEELE’s own base many years ( ? ) ago. So this wasn’t anything new.
But as the angel stands in the brisk evening air, he’s not so concerned for his own safety. Humans feared the dark; but why? Kaworu hadn’t made that discovery for himself yet. Maybe he could find out soon...
He’s not here to wander, he’s here on an objective. There had been recent groups of humans wandering the surface at this hour; perhaps the weather had lightened up enough for them to scavenge for whatever supplies they need for the community in the bunker. Yes, he has been watching there too, but at a distance. His head hurts a bit too much when he’s staring at the bunker, miles and miles below the cracked surface. So he observes from a safe point, watching and waiting to see if any familiar face comes across his way.
His steps are barely traceable, he’s as quiet as a ghost as he watches the scout group spread out along the deserted terrain. Staying low to the ground, solid like a rock and undetectable, he can see each direction the group shuffles off to. Surely they’ve dug up enough debris to reveal the solid ground, or Kaworu guesses anyways. His breath is shallow, pulling a tattered coat over his head to stay blended into the dark landscape.
With a broken memory, there are broken senses. Kaworu doesn’t suspect the footsteps that come from his blindside, until he’s a tad too late. He nearly jumps at a weak voice, turning his head to the side with a quick snap. But he doesn’t run, he doesn’t respond... Kaworu just slowly stands up and pulls the coat closer around his face.
“ ...Pardon? I’m sorry... I didn’t quite catch that... I apologize. ”
