[If Kaworu still sees her, the chances of her being real are much higher. Paul cycles through his tests of consciousness and reality as Kaworu gathers a writing utensil and scolds the Omen. He notes the boundaries between her and the things she touches, the way shadows fall across her; he bites the inside of his cheek until he tastes thin blood; he reaches out his empty hand to curl over Kaworu's shoulder.
He still doesn't wake up. She doesn't vanish or change.]
Are you all right?
[He asks Kaworu, not her, his eyes finally subsiding to only a faint sheen of blue. His voice is only a handful of different registers, but too many of them tremble under the suppressive calm of the others.
(Are you there? Do you see us? Are you all right?)]
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He still doesn't wake up. She doesn't vanish or change.]
Are you all right?
[He asks Kaworu, not her, his eyes finally subsiding to only a faint sheen of blue. His voice is only a handful of different registers, but too many of them tremble under the suppressive calm of the others.
(Are you there? Do you see us? Are you all right?)]