[ Crushing bone, twisting flesh. There's a sensation exactly likeit in Asuka's memory, called forward by the mention of the sensation. And she remembers the satisfaction that came with hurting those Eva units. The fierce, terrible joy that accompanied the way she swatted attack craft out of the sky like flies.
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Something dark flickers in her gaze. ]
I don't think I've ever done that. Not exactly.
[ But she doesn't sound disgusted. ]