[ Mass Production Evangelions is echoed in reply. A name to those hideous, smiling faces. She breathes out, fingers clenching and then releasing as she tries to put everything into words. Her doubts, her fears, everything that happened. But first she has a challenge. ]
What happened? Are you trying to tell me you don't remember?
[ She's incredulous and then, as she takes a closer look at Misato, she realizes that she's not lying. Asuka's been good at that, sniffing out the lies that adults tell her to make themselves feel better or in a futile effort to placate her. There's none of Misato's false cheer or bravado; just confusion. That throws her off. ]
You - you really don't know?
[ Asuka almost laughs. Guess she gets to bring bad news. ]
It all ended. All of it. Someone decided to send the JSSDF after us-
[ Tanks. Artillery. A flickering, momentary memory of a primal scream as Unit 02 lifts an entire ship over it's head and simply hurls it at a military position; the exultant feeling of being unstoppable as she waves a hand and simple vaporizes a flight of attack helicopters. ]
-and I was winning. I found out the truth and I was winning!
[ Mama. Mama was there. ]
I was beating them until they sent mass production units. And even then< I was doing it, I could manage-
[ Unit 02 breaks the back of one of them and Asuka revels in the downpour of blood, laughs as she sends spikes blasting through the head of another. ]
They had... they had something. A lance. [ Pain. Amazement, a sickening momnet of realization and then a flickering, ghost of a memory of agony as the lance buries itself in her Eva. There's blood on her face, streaming from her eye, and she's too angry to be afraid in that moment as she strains, urging her unit to stand-
Misato is treated to the memory of seeing her own arm split down the middle, as cleanly as if it were cut with a laser. It all scrolls past in the flickering of instance as Asuka stares Misato down, fighting back the choked sob that threatens to stop her throat. ]
And they beat me. They killed me!
[ That last rises in a yell that echoes in the room and reverberates through the mental link.
they killed me they killed me they killed me ]
All because Shinji was too much of a coward to come out and help me! Because you left me to die! [ The laughter bubbling in her throat is bitter and tastes like bile. ]
And then... then... Third Impact. [ And she laughs, because it's awful and it's horrible and she can't do anything else, because she has the dubious pleasure of delivering the news to Misato. ]
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What happened? Are you trying to tell me you don't remember?
[ She's incredulous and then, as she takes a closer look at Misato, she realizes that she's not lying. Asuka's been good at that, sniffing out the lies that adults tell her to make themselves feel better or in a futile effort to placate her. There's none of Misato's false cheer or bravado; just confusion. That throws her off. ]
You - you really don't know?
[ Asuka almost laughs. Guess she gets to bring bad news. ]
It all ended. All of it. Someone decided to send the JSSDF after us-
[ Tanks. Artillery. A flickering, momentary memory of a primal scream as Unit 02 lifts an entire ship over it's head and simply hurls it at a military position; the exultant feeling of being unstoppable as she waves a hand and simple vaporizes a flight of attack helicopters. ]
-and I was winning. I found out the truth and I was winning!
[ Mama. Mama was there. ]
I was beating them until they sent mass production units. And even then< I was doing it, I could manage-
[ Unit 02 breaks the back of one of them and Asuka revels in the downpour of blood, laughs as she sends spikes blasting through the head of another. ]
They had... they had something. A lance. [ Pain. Amazement, a sickening momnet of realization and then a flickering, ghost of a memory of agony as the lance buries itself in her Eva. There's blood on her face, streaming from her eye, and she's too angry to be afraid in that moment as she strains, urging her unit to stand-
Misato is treated to the memory of seeing her own arm split down the middle, as cleanly as if it were cut with a laser. It all scrolls past in the flickering of instance as Asuka stares Misato down, fighting back the choked sob that threatens to stop her throat. ]
And they beat me. They killed me!
[ That last rises in a yell that echoes in the room and reverberates through the mental link.
they killed me they killed me they killed me ]
All because Shinji was too much of a coward to come out and help me! Because you left me to die! [ The laughter bubbling in her throat is bitter and tastes like bile. ]
And then... then... Third Impact. [ And she laughs, because it's awful and it's horrible and she can't do anything else, because she has the dubious pleasure of delivering the news to Misato. ]