[ Asuka's anger is temporarily turned on Lavellan. He's getting in the way. He's taking her away from this confrontation that's been building for months. Misato and her stupid game of playing favorites helped push her to this point and she wants Misato to know that and to feel a fraction of the misery that she's put her through. She has to step back with Lavellan, though, and that puts her a bit further away from the target of her fury. Her cheek still smarts and aches, but Misato - Misato is withdrawing.
She's ignoring her and her words and everything about her and that wounds Asuka more than any blow ever could. She's being reduced to nothingness; a pinprick. Insignificance. Misato knows how to hurt her and that just makes Asuka lash out again, desperately trying to get some sort of recognition. For whatever reason, she can feel the way Misato's emotins fold away, piece by piece, until she's as still and cold as the surface of a pond.
Don't ignore me! Look at me!
It's a mental cry and it floods her link with all the fury and clawing desperation of someone who has been abandoned too many times. ]
You can't fucking do this to me!
[ Her voice rises into that high-pitched shriek as she loses control and she tries to shove past Lavellan so she can claw Misato's eyes out. ]
You can't act like I never even existed!
[ She was the spare all along. There to backstop Shinji. There to keep Ikari functioning.
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[ Asuka's anger is temporarily turned on Lavellan. He's getting in the way. He's taking her away from this confrontation that's been building for months. Misato and her stupid game of playing favorites helped push her to this point and she wants Misato to know that and to feel a fraction of the misery that she's put her through. She has to step back with Lavellan, though, and that puts her a bit further away from the target of her fury. Her cheek still smarts and aches, but Misato - Misato is withdrawing.
She's ignoring her and her words and everything about her and that wounds Asuka more than any blow ever could. She's being reduced to nothingness; a pinprick. Insignificance. Misato knows how to hurt her and that just makes Asuka lash out again, desperately trying to get some sort of recognition. For whatever reason, she can feel the way Misato's emotins fold away, piece by piece, until she's as still and cold as the surface of a pond.
Don't ignore me! Look at me!
It's a mental cry and it floods her link with all the fury and clawing desperation of someone who has been abandoned too many times. ]
You can't fucking do this to me!
[ Her voice rises into that high-pitched shriek as she loses control and she tries to shove past Lavellan so she can claw Misato's eyes out. ]
You can't act like I never even existed!
[ She was the spare all along. There to backstop Shinji. There to keep Ikari functioning.
She's going to be sick. ]