[ Her gaze changes, softens, turning apologetic when she lowers her eyes to the point where their knees meet. It's not his fault that she, an incorrigible ultra-rationalist with a decidedly poor view of humanity, doubts him and his good intentions, this she knows full well. It's on her.
Misato draws her knees to herself, severing the contact, resting both hands on the floor for balance. Only then does she draw her eyes back to him. ]
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Misato draws her knees to herself, severing the contact, resting both hands on the floor for balance. Only then does she draw her eyes back to him. ]
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