[ The apathy hurts the most. If Misato would express remorse or anger or even denial, it would make it better. It would show that Asuka mattered somehow. Instead all she gets is apathy and cold disregard. That's worse in a way. However, she doesn't have time to dwell on that. There's a hand on her wrist and she turns a glare on Lavellan, feeling his frustration. This isn't fair. None of this is fair. ]
Nobody asked you! Let go-!
[ She tries to tug her hand free, still seething. Why is he doing this? Doesn't he understand? There's a flood of memories, little flashes of the times that Misato as left her behind; neglected her. Replaced her. Favored Ikari over her.
The feeling of fingers against her throat. And over all of it, the sting and deep, bruising ache from the blow to her face. Misato gets some of it, too, of course. It's not nearly as strong or as insistent, though. Her attention is back on Misato now and she tugs against Lavellan's grip, mind roiling with emotion. ]
You didn't help me, you never even cared! You didn't even try! [ And that hurts. There's pain in her voice and broadcasting all over the Station. Her voice drops into something hoarse and venemous. ]
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Nobody asked you! Let go-!
[ She tries to tug her hand free, still seething. Why is he doing this? Doesn't he understand? There's a flood of memories, little flashes of the times that Misato as left her behind; neglected her. Replaced her. Favored Ikari over her.
The feeling of fingers against her throat. And over all of it, the sting and deep, bruising ache from the blow to her face. Misato gets some of it, too, of course. It's not nearly as strong or as insistent, though. Her attention is back on Misato now and she tugs against Lavellan's grip, mind roiling with emotion. ]
You didn't help me, you never even cared! You didn't even try! [ And that hurts. There's pain in her voice and broadcasting all over the Station. Her voice drops into something hoarse and venemous. ]
I hate you.