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closed; and so we try again.

[ Homura sits cross-legged, nursing a cup of tea. There is nothing to do around here, there never was. Idly, she notices the mess of glittering silver-grey. She sets her cup down by her side with a soft clatter and stands up to greet him, dusting her skirt as she does so. ]

You're back.

[ Matter of factly. She gently indicates the fresh brew, and returns to her plans. ]

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[ His hands are ridden with tremors, pale fingers rising up to clutch at his throat- almost in disbelief that it's not streaming red, unhinged from his body in the entry plug of Mark-13.

Kaworu's eyes are dull, saying nothing as he numbly finds his way to his regular spot by his collection of tallies, numbly plucks the chalk from the ground, numbly raises it to the wall, numbly marks one more failure. ]

[ She casts a glance over at him and his trembling hands. That's hardly, surprising.

But the throat-clutching and the motions of losing your head? Well, that's new, but Homura knows the signs. Didn't Mami Tomoe suffer the same fate?

She thinks he'll be there for a little while, and perhaps is best left on his own. Nevertheless, the girl brings him a cup of tea and a warm blanket. A little bit of warmth never hurt anybody. ]

[ Even with the supplements from Homura, he can't help but shiver in the catastrophe of it all. He'd thought it would go so well, that it wouldn't fail- couldn't fail, and yet, Shinji had....

He's not sure how much time passes, but it does, the shock subsiding into an emptiness that digs a cavern in his chest. Unexpectedly to even himself, he speaks. ]

I didn't ask him to kill me this time. [ Kaworu gives a small, pained laugh, head bowed into his hands. ] I didn't have to.

[ She shifts to pull the fallen blanket around his shoulders. IT must be terrifying, dying, coming back when she thinks everything is over but it's not. Aside from pulling the blankets around him, Homura doesn't move, only makes a small spot for herself as she sits down beside him. ]

Will you try again?

[ She already knows the answer. ]

[ He appreciates the gesture, appreciates the fact that she is here at all and that she understands it, the rinsing his hands of ( his own ) blood and starting over again and again and again.

Finally, Kaworu lifts his head and brings the cup of now-cold tea to his lips, eyes focused on the wall of endless scores before him. ]

He needs me to, doesn't he?

[ Homura understands it, but he wonders if she's faced her own death each and every time. ]

[ And Madoka needs her too, doesn't she?

That's why they try, over and over and over again until something works out. Again and again, minuscule details and small alterations until something changes. Until something works out. It has to work out. ]

Take your time.

[ It's the only thing they have. ]

[ He draws in a long breath, averting his eyes from the marked walls until they settle on Homura, attempting a smile that's a little more pained than he'd like to admit. ]

I intend to, yes. How are your plans coming along?

[ It's odd, how he is becoming more honest with this troubled girl than he ever has been with Shinji. The angel doesn't like secrets, though he's omitted more truths than he has looped timelines. ]

Fine.

[ Or so she says, denying the messy scrawls on papers and the pile of them resembling a pile of leaves in the fall more so than a coherent plan. She has no plan whatsoever. ]

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closed; and so we try again.

i hate you

i hate you too.

at least its mutual

YOU COULD BE HAAAAAAAAAPPPY

AND I WOOOONT KNOOOOOOOW

BUT YOU WEREN'T HAAAAAAAAAPPY

THE DAAAY I WATCHED YOU GO

AND SOMEHOW EVERYTHING I OWN