[Kaworu is wearing all of the clothes that the CDC's provided. Not because he's cold - he isn't, this weather is fine and even interesting to him - but because he still supposes that it should be done that way. So he's bundled up when he arrives.
He's quiet when he comes, shoes barely scuffing the ground, and when he stops before pilot, hands in his pockets, he inhales deeply and slowly. The air is fresh in his lungs. Then he exhales.]
Anything, really. [This may sound like a cop-out answer, but Kaworu doesn't mean for it to be.] I want to hear about what made you joyful. I want to hear about the things that were hard. Like I said, you should be celebrated. That includes every aspect of the life you've lived. It's rich.
[Pilot tilts his head back to the sky and then continues, voice soft.]
...in that case. He remembers... flying. There isn't much to see when your between stars or planets. Just distant points of light. But then there are the teams we were close - he remembers - looking down on a planet - a gas giant. A swirling array of colors and storms, all seen from a thousand miles away. And it was beautiful. Terrible and awe-inspiring in how it dwarfed us, a reminder of how small we all were. But - it was wonderful at the same time.
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Pilot, it's good to hear from you! Speaking with you was a joy. I'm glad we spent time together, no matter how brief it was.
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Yes. It was a very good change.
FROM: pilot@cdc.org
He regrets that he might not be able to speak with you again.
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I find that regrettable, too. Why is that?
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He has been asked to die for the sake of trust.
FROM: pilot@cdc.org
He has chosen to do so.
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FROM: nagisa.kaworu@cdc.org
I see. I hope you are at peace with your decision.
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His personal feelings do not matter. It's for the sake of the community.
FROM: pilot@cdc.org
But he believes he is. Thank you.
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I have something I'd like to ask of you, in that case.
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He will do it, if he can.
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Will you tell me a little bit about what you've experienced? Your time alive should be celebrated, even after it's over.
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There is quite a bit he's experienced in his lifetime. But he can try.
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Anything you'd like to say, I'd like to listen to.
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In person? Or he could record something.
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Why don't we meet?
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As you like. He's free now. Any place in particular?
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Is there any place you like?
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He likes the top of the rover. Even if it's cold out.
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We can go up there, then. Which rover is yours? I can meet you there.
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Rover 022. He'll see you there.
[And true to his word, he's there. It's cold out (when isn't it), but he's still there. It's not as if he's going to have more chances.]
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He's quiet when he comes, shoes barely scuffing the ground, and when he stops before pilot, hands in his pockets, he inhales deeply and slowly. The air is fresh in his lungs. Then he exhales.]
Hello, pilot, [he says gently.]
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Hello, Kaworu. Thank you for joining me.
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When I don't anymore, it'll be a loss.
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What would you like to hear?
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[Pilot tilts his head back to the sky and then continues, voice soft.]
...in that case. He remembers... flying. There isn't much to see when your between stars or planets. Just distant points of light. But then there are the teams we were close - he remembers - looking down on a planet - a gas giant. A swirling array of colors and storms, all seen from a thousand miles away. And it was beautiful. Terrible and awe-inspiring in how it dwarfed us, a reminder of how small we all were. But - it was wonderful at the same time.