01. Primus | Video

[5thchild]

[Kaworu comes to the screen with a kind and gentle smile.]

Hello. I'm looking for a piano or a violin. I'm not sure where I can find one; not to buy - I simply wish to play for a while.

[and now that is out of the way, he wishes to ask something else]

I do have another question. Are you happy?

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[5thchild]

It's more complicated than that. You may look at us like... bees, I suppose. We don't matter individually, we matter as a whole. When one is gone, another will take our place, unlike Lilim, who tend to mourn for the loss of one of them for they have a great sense of individuality and are incapable of substituting the ones that are gone.

I suppose each of us has their own mind but not important enough to stand alone. We are one, so we are not alone.

[ He was doing great dealing with temptation until Charles holds out the bow for him. Kaworu observes the instrument and reluctantly takes it, before he moves to reach for the violin.

Aha. He gave in, in the end.

Shinji will be mad.]

[onceknighted]

And Lilim are? [he's assuming "human", since grieving is a decidedly human trait, but he also knows (a little too well) how easily it can be shared.]

That is strange, though. The concept, I mean. Doesn't that make you quite like insects? [which he actually means in a non-insulting way, by the sounds of things. but he'll take this little victory as a distraction in the meantime, handing the violin over from its case with a smile.]

[5thchild]

Lilim are those who can master scientific knowledge and developed civilization. Humans, for example, are part of the Lilim.

[ kaworu smiles. Even if it was insulting, he never takes offense ] Perhaps we are. Honestly, I never gave it much of a though; we are what we are.

[ Kaworu takes the violin, fingers touching it softly. Very carefully, the boy touches the surface, examines it and weights the instrument, smiling at the feeling. ] Thank you.

[onceknighted]

Do you not fall under that spectrum yourself? Even wasps are capable of organizing their hives. [he sounds curious, but not too incredulous. running into a whole slew of weird people has prepared him for these bizzaro conversations to an extent.

the thanks is met with a dismissive handwave.] Of course. Musical talent shouldn't go to waste.

[5thchild]

We don't. Angels do not develop. We exist and that is it.

[ finally Kaworu holds the violin with confidence against his shoulder and chin. He first waits to make sure if there is any other question, in order to answer it ]

[onceknighted]

That kind of stagnation... [his nose wrinkles in distaste but the rest of his expression remains neutral.

but there's no other question or comment from him. he simply inclines his head as if to say "carry on", moving over to perch on the edge of the piano bench.]

[5thchild]

[ Kaworu takes a second to remember what he needs and soon after he places the fingers in the right position, the hand that holds the bow moves. And then Kaworu begins playing Bach's Orchestral Suite No.3: Air on a G String.

Aha, at least the gods didn't take his ability to play. ]

[onceknighted]

[it takes all of one note for Charles to mentally place the song, and he sits back with a rare contented look for its duration. he has a certain fondness for all forms of fine art, music coming second only to the theater. when it's well played music, that's even better; a true reason to devote his full attention to the current performer.

once he's finished, he'll receive a polite but enthusiastic round of applause.] That was refreshing to hear.

[5thchild]

[ once he is done, Kaworu gently lowers the violin and watches Charles with a smile. He nods as to thank him for the applauses before he actually adds "Thank you" and comes closer] I haven't played in a while. I'm glad I had the chance.

[and after, he offers the instrument to the other] Will you play as well?

[onceknighted]

I'm glad you took the chance. [which is genuine sentiment, even if his goading had partially just been for fun.

when the violin is offered he takes it without pause, standing from his seat to get into a proper playing stance. after a moment of consideration, he begins to play the melody of Chopin's Nocturne in C# Minor N.20. how suitably melancholy and dramatic for the kid wearing a cape...]