[Kaworu is curled up in one of the benches near the windowsill. His forehead is damp with sweat and he shivers like there's a chill in the air, even though someone has kindly draped a blanket around his thin shoulders. But even still... he doesn't outwardly appear to be dreaming. He's not reacting to anything. It's something deep in his core, rotting him from the inside out.]
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