Night 46: Main Hallway, 1-West

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Beatrix had walked this path to the Sun Room so many times, she could do it in complete darkness. Which was exactly what she was doing. Knowing the way, there was little need for light as it would only draw creatures and other unwanted attention. Silently counting her steps, at the right number, the assassin headed left and down the hallway.

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Kaworu raised his hand to acknowledge Neku's departure. In the distance, he could see the outline of a boy with dull, light hair, about the length of Kaworu's own. He stared wordlessly for a moment, observing the few details that the dark hallway revealed to him, before turning back to Kanji.

"Where are you going?" he asked, craning his neck to look up and meet Kanji's eyes. Kaworu was beginning to understand the Lilim and their draw towards the familiar. It was pleasant, and the hallways felt less oppressive with someone he knew. Still, he did not know Kanji well. He could not even say that Kanji liked him, though Kaworu understood parts of him. Those parts were both universal as well as unique, but there was more to the tall blond boy than Kaworu could currently see. Lilim obscured themselves, intentionally or not.

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Or... other people could start running off. That worked, too. Though he couldn't figure out why the hell Neku would run off and leave Kaworu behind when Kanji had been the one interrupting them. It didn't make any sense at all. Kanji stared after the boy, puzzled but not arguing in any way.

He figured Kaworu was going to follow the other kid's example and run off, too... but he didn't. In fact, Kanji looked down to find the guy staring up at him with that fiercely attentive look he always seemed to have. The same look Naoto had. Yeah, that one. A look like he was listening intently to every word you were saying and was staring into your soul. Man, even Kanji's hardest glare couldn't match the intimidation that kind of look had. He hesitated under the pressure of that look just for a moment before answering.

"...Uh, actually. I'm tryin' to figure that out myself." He looked down the hallway for a few moments as though hoping to find an answer in the darkness somehow (not looking for an escape route). "I was thinking a' lookin' around for where they were holdin' the people they take away. I mean, they gotta be in here somewhere, right? So I figured I'd just bust down every door til I found 'em." He was starting to ramble on wasn't he? Why was it when he actually did talk, he couldn't shut his freaking yap? God... "But, uh, some a' the doors here are harder to break down that others. Guess that's not really gonna work."

It was actually kind of disturbing. It was just a door, right? What the hell kind of shit did they have to put on it to make it so hard to break down?

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"May I come with you?" Kaworu asked, maintaining his steady gaze. "I'd like to spend more time with you."

And he did. Kanji's path had brushed against his own before, and for a time they had shared the same needs. They had each felt the absence of a single person. One person meant so little in the big picture. To most, they were only a name, a number, a nebulous existence. Yet their loss would cause deep scars that could not be fathomed by anyone left unaffected.

But now, Kaworu had been given Shinji back. There seemed to be no reason for it. He had not done anything to cause it, or earn it. He had not even truly been present when Shinji had appeared, although he could remember Addison's relief and love. In many ways, they were the same as Kaworu's own. (In many ways, they had been completely alien.) But Kanji still felt that empty hole left by Naoto. It was not a comparison that came naturally, and though he knew it was true, it was difficult to line the two up. All he could be sure of was that he did not want Kanji to be in pain, even if there may not have been anything Kaworu could do to ease it.

The world was always changing. To change was to lose. It was to hurt.