[Kaworu approaches the sanctuary like a sinner looking or respite. He's wearing an oversized hoodie, letting the shadow from the hood cast his face in darkness. It helps obscure the five additional eyes (two on the left, three on the right) that have appeared on his face from the corruption that attempts to twist his form into something unrecognizable.
Right now, the additional eyes are closed, almost like they're in a gentle sleep. Kaworu stands at the door with a box clutched in his pale fingers. Inside, is something that had been claimed by the sea: a pair of glasses, twisted and broken, but presented like a cherished relic that had been unearthed.
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Right now, the additional eyes are closed, almost like they're in a gentle sleep. Kaworu stands at the door with a box clutched in his pale fingers. Inside, is something that had been claimed by the sea: a pair of glasses, twisted and broken, but presented like a cherished relic that had been unearthed.
After a pause, Kaworu knocks on the door.]