[ Asuka's not good at this mental exchange thing. She has no real filter, no real way to control what flows in and out yet. So the sense of euphoria that rolls out of Seviilia amplifies the sense of satisfaction that came with her memories and she feels... good.
A part of her knows that she shouldn't want what Seviilia is offering, but another part of her doesn't care. She stopped caring when the JSSDF tried to kill her and she smashed them out of the sky and tore their tanks and ships into scrap metal. Her throat works in a swallow. She shouldn't trust this, but the lure of some sort of affection, any kind of affection, the promise of having existence beyond herself, is tempting.
She reaches out with a pause of hesitation and brushes her fingers against Seviilia's hand. ]
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A part of her knows that she shouldn't want what Seviilia is offering, but another part of her doesn't care. She stopped caring when the JSSDF tried to kill her and she smashed them out of the sky and tore their tanks and ships into scrap metal. Her throat works in a swallow. She shouldn't trust this, but the lure of some sort of affection, any kind of affection, the promise of having existence beyond herself, is tempting.
She reaches out with a pause of hesitation and brushes her fingers against Seviilia's hand. ]
It's cold-
[ But she takes it all the same. ]