[ She folds her thumb against her palm and wraps the rest of her fingers around it like bandage, watching this with the fascination of someone who has never seen hands before. This is what you do when you can't meet someone's eyes but doesn't want to admit it. ]
Like family, huh?
[ But that's not really true. Her mother's passing didn't hurt her as much as her father's, the scars don't run as deep, last as long. It is by design, conscious or otherwise, that Misato keeps few company close enough to hurt her when they leave and even then she keeps them at an arm's length, not close enough to kill her when they die. She doesn't want to lose limbs over people dying, because that's what they do. People die all the time. ]
That's pretty cold. We didn't even get to pick the ones we like.
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Like family, huh?
[ But that's not really true. Her mother's passing didn't hurt her as much as her father's, the scars don't run as deep, last as long. It is by design, conscious or otherwise, that Misato keeps few company close enough to hurt her when they leave and even then she keeps them at an arm's length, not close enough to kill her when they die. She doesn't want to lose limbs over people dying, because that's what they do. People die all the time. ]
That's pretty cold. We didn't even get to pick the ones we like.