[The braided current of Paul's words flows over Iskierka as water over a mute and uncomprehending stone. Kaworu's anguish is easier to comprehend but not easy and if the Omen were capable of despair over her own deficits, she would.
She pats them both, light as the beating of a moth's wing. She whistles a note that echoes but doesn't mimic how Kaworu intones hurt and another for Paul's hurts. A sliding three-note trill captures the beat of I'm sorry, and then she withdraws in a flutter to perch on the desk again.
Insofar as she means anything, she didn't mean to hurt anyone.]
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She pats them both, light as the beating of a moth's wing. She whistles a note that echoes but doesn't mimic how Kaworu intones hurt and another for Paul's hurts. A sliding three-note trill captures the beat of I'm sorry, and then she withdraws in a flutter to perch on the desk again.
Insofar as she means anything, she didn't mean to hurt anyone.]