[Kaworu doesn't know what to make of it. He's heard of war and how humanity claims to hate it, only to fall back into it so easily like an addict, but he doesn't know war. In his mind, the battle between humans and angels, is not war. It's something that has a start and an end. It's not endless and circular.
He looks at Jiaoqiu.]
So you were a healer. You saved thousands only for them to return to the battlefield once more...?
But I was approached by my old master not long after, who told me there was a woman in need of my help. I soon thereafter became the right hand to General Feixiao.
[ so - the answer is he didn't break the cycle. he wandered right back into it. ]
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He looks at Jiaoqiu.]
So you were a healer. You saved thousands only for them to return to the battlefield once more...?
[Is that how it works?]
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[ he corrects, but there's no heat to it. it's just a part of his identity. ]
... And yes. That is always how it's been. It's a healer's duty to make their soldiers fit to march again.
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[He moves his hand in a circular gesture indicating the circular nature of it all.]
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I retired because it began to feel useless. Like rescuing a fish from a boiling cauldron, only to watch it fight my hands to dive right back in.
[ so - yeah. it bothered him. ]
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[What does someone who lived through war do once they break the cycle?]
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[ hums. ]
But I was approached by my old master not long after, who told me there was a woman in need of my help. I soon thereafter became the right hand to General Feixiao.
[ so - the answer is he didn't break the cycle. he wandered right back into it. ]
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[What. Returning to war seems more logical than that!]
Were you any good at it?
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[He can see that, in a way.]
But it wasn't enough in the end?
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