[For a moment, Kaworu looks pensive. Distant. Almost... tired.
But then he smiles. Knowingly. Reassuringly.]
It's all right.
If the Ingress is fixed, everything will be fine.
[And if it's not...
...what is he supposed to do?]
... but time is a precious resource to me. In theory, I have it in an amount unlimited, unbounded by the finite experiences of present and future.
But it's not mine to choose how that time is allotted me, nor mine to choose the mechanism of my existence. If I'm being honest, I have to follow the script written for me, or I have no choices at all.
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But then he smiles. Knowingly. Reassuringly.]
It's all right.
If the Ingress is fixed, everything will be fine.
[And if it's not...
...what is he supposed to do?]
... but time is a precious resource to me. In theory, I have it in an amount unlimited, unbounded by the finite experiences of present and future.
But it's not mine to choose how that time is allotted me, nor mine to choose the mechanism of my existence. If I'm being honest, I have to follow the script written for me, or I have no choices at all.