Ginko is having trouble even coming out with a response at this point. It's like everything Kaworu says is sticking in his mind, filling it up, taking up any space that could otherwise be used to form a reply.
After a few seconds, he manages to say, almost in a whisper,] But that... that's not all there is, it's... it can't be. You can... there must be more you can do.
[Theoretically he could say more, but... nothing is coming to mind. He takes an uncertain half-step toward Kaworu, twisting the fabric of his shirt in his hands again.]
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Ginko is having trouble even coming out with a response at this point. It's like everything Kaworu says is sticking in his mind, filling it up, taking up any space that could otherwise be used to form a reply.
After a few seconds, he manages to say, almost in a whisper,] But that... that's not all there is, it's... it can't be. You can... there must be more you can do.
[Theoretically he could say more, but... nothing is coming to mind. He takes an uncertain half-step toward Kaworu, twisting the fabric of his shirt in his hands again.]