Kaworu watches with his head tilted to the side. At first, he doesn't seem to connect that this boy is Richie... until he remembers being small himself and seeing that same boy. Then he wanders, looking at each of the other kids, observing their face and their mannerisms.
When it ends, Kaworu looks over.]
These people... they're all your friends?
[He says the last word with hesitancy, like he's not sure its the right one.]
[Five of them, anyhow. There's a hole in the tableau where one more ought to be. Maybe finishing off the dregs of a beer, buttoned up to the neck and pale as the rest of them, but present. Alive.
He never got to see what Stanley grew up to be. Maybe now he'll never know.]
We were great pals when we were all ten or eleven. This was the first time we'd seen each other in about twenty-seven years.
[awkward conversation for it, but this place wasn't kind enough to show all the hilarity and shit-shooting that went on just before.]
Yeah, well. Considering there was a similar rash of murders when we were kids, it was kind of a shocker to see things repeat nearly thirty years later.
Do you know who caused the killings? Most normal people would leave that sort of thing to the police. Unless there was a reason the authorities couldn't be trusted.
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Kaworu watches with his head tilted to the side. At first, he doesn't seem to connect that this boy is Richie... until he remembers being small himself and seeing that same boy. Then he wanders, looking at each of the other kids, observing their face and their mannerisms.
When it ends, Kaworu looks over.]
These people... they're all your friends?
[He says the last word with hesitancy, like he's not sure its the right one.]
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[Five of them, anyhow. There's a hole in the tableau where one more ought to be. Maybe finishing off the dregs of a beer, buttoned up to the neck and pale as the rest of them, but present. Alive.
He never got to see what Stanley grew up to be. Maybe now he'll never know.]
We were great pals when we were all ten or eleven. This was the first time we'd seen each other in about twenty-seven years.
[awkward conversation for it, but this place wasn't kind enough to show all the hilarity and shit-shooting that went on just before.]
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Yeah, well. Considering there was a similar rash of murders when we were kids, it was kind of a shocker to see things repeat nearly thirty years later.
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...I do. [He purses his lips.] And it...there were things the police weren't considering. Wouldn't.
[Weren't capable of.]
We had to make sure, is all.