[There's another lone figure on the beach. It sits atop a bit of rubble, bits of unturned stone and what used to be pieces of the mess hall and tent. The pile is so precariously put together that it seems unlikely the person was able to climb up there and yet there they are, surveying the grave of the camp and the ocean that held the beast that destroyed it.
The sea calls to Kaworu Nagisa and it has for a long time, before he was even aware that he could hear its siren song. Then it consumed his body and now it has laid stake to a piece of his mind. There's always the soft sound of churning water that gets louder when he sleeps, always a gentle tug on his steps, turning his feet towards the Further Shores. He shouldn't heed the call: it lead to his death the last time after all. Yet here he is, giving in yet again.
He hears a sound, somehow, despite the rush of the tide, and glances down to find a familiar face. And it's strangely comforting, even if he doesn't have a name to put to it.]
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The sea calls to Kaworu Nagisa and it has for a long time, before he was even aware that he could hear its siren song. Then it consumed his body and now it has laid stake to a piece of his mind. There's always the soft sound of churning water that gets louder when he sleeps, always a gentle tug on his steps, turning his feet towards the Further Shores. He shouldn't heed the call: it lead to his death the last time after all. Yet here he is, giving in yet again.
He hears a sound, somehow, despite the rush of the tide, and glances down to find a familiar face. And it's strangely comforting, even if he doesn't have a name to put to it.]
Ah. It's you.