There are things that exist now. Do you want to nurture them, and give your hands a strong purpose? Or will you neglect them and let them wither while you replay only the coldness of death? If you do that, you'll stop the warmth of life from ever meeting you again.

[Kaworu empties his hands of all fruit, setting it back with its harvest, and settles his hands into his pockets.]

When you take care of life, you offer recompense for death, Ikari-kun.