[accidental video]

[notdogmatic]

[Kaworu is curled into the fetal position, three feet off the ground in the middle of the room. Most of the furniture is currently pressed against the far wall, either splintering to pieces or grinding its way into the plaster, as the light ripples around it in a strange octagonal pattern. The phone is forgotten on the floor, beneath him and off to one side.

Kaworu is repeating the same thing, again and again.]

I don’t understand! I... I don’t understand.