His skin is cool. He doesn't seem terribly strong, but it's something to pull herself up with and that's better than nothing. And the slight squeeze he gives her hand is maybe just a bit grounding. As she gets to her feet, he looks up to the creature doing its best to break through the barrier, striking hard and darting to the side to come at them from other angles. It meets a firm resistance every time, light and crackling energy dancing around them. And for what it's worth, the strange boy doesn't seem the least bit concerned about it.

Her feelings and memories are a greater concern. They threaten to drown both of them with wave after wave of despair. It's unfortunate, really, that this easy connection comes at a time like this. Kaworu frowns, reluctantly pulling his mind away from hers to focus on the now.

He's not quite fast enough that nothing leaks back the other way, though.

A cockpit of some sort, red all around them, another boy's face wet with tears as he presses desperately against the invisible barrier between them, the feeling of failure and resignation as the choker around Kaworu's neck begins to activate–

"The physical pain is easier," he says, simple and straightforward in the face of her irritation. "It's temporary. But the heart doesn't heal so easily. This is crueler."