A Wonderful Night

"He remembers me?" Kestrel realized.

No one could recall what happened last night, but Kaworu seemed to remember. He remembered himself and the day before, even using the word "again."

Kestrel did what she had done yesterday, moving Kaworu to the bed and taking care of his wounds again.

Kaworu was very thin, his backbones sticking out, covered by a thin layer of skin and marked with scars from cruel abuse. In the moonlight, his body looked almost as pale as a dead body.

Kestrel thought that such a terrible place shouldn't exist. Yesterday, she had calmly helped him without thinking much about it. But today, seeing the same wounds and thin back made her feel uneasy inside.

Maybe it was because they had become more familiar with each other, as they had spent the night together. Seeing him treated this way made her feel both angry and sad.