[He cocks his head, still not breaking the gaze that connects them. It's odd to hear that question. A question he knows he would ask. He cannot simply accept an action on its face. He has to understand if the choice was made with full awareness of the consequences or the implications. Too often, humans forgo asking these questions because they fear the answer.
[More than she's usually willing to admit. It's one of the things she usually conspicuously omits when she presents her own biased perspective on the witcher who killed her: that he tried to save her too, more than once, because he thought she was worth saving.
The more and more than those people add up, the harder it is to assume that they're all wrong.]
...So. Does that mean I should thank you, or...?
[Oddly, of all the people she knows, Kaworu is probably the only one who'll instantly grasp that it's not the insult a more socially well-adjusted person might think that sounds like. Neither one of them knows the courtesies for this sort of thing, probably. It's a genuine, honest question.]
no worries! welcome back!
But she didn't fear it.
So all he can do is nod.]
Yes. It was.
no subject
[More than she's usually willing to admit. It's one of the things she usually conspicuously omits when she presents her own biased perspective on the witcher who killed her: that he tried to save her too, more than once, because he thought she was worth saving.
The more and more than those people add up, the harder it is to assume that they're all wrong.]
...So. Does that mean I should thank you, or...?
[Oddly, of all the people she knows, Kaworu is probably the only one who'll instantly grasp that it's not the insult a more socially well-adjusted person might think that sounds like. Neither one of them knows the courtesies for this sort of thing, probably. It's a genuine, honest question.]
no subject
[He understands. He would ask the same question. He gives her a small half-smile, something that borders on the edge of trying to be reassuring.]