Almost imperceptibly, Kaworu roused when Otacon confirmed his knowledge. He sat with a little more purpose, and looked at Otacon rather than through him. But then Kaworu shook his head, and his expression was once again reflecting the persistent hush that Otacon had been noticing.

"I don't know where he is, or what it is that happened to him after I asked him to kill me," he explained unflinchingly. "I think I am destined to be separated from him now. It is the price of the decision I made for his survival." Kaworu looked the palms of his hands. Was he truly dead? Pretending it was so left him feeling more free than he ever had. He had no goals. No desires.