[ Misato sees no need to hide the scowl on her face when he delivers the jab. The hurt is plain on her face, even if she doesn't allow herself to dwell on it long enough for it to turn into resentment. She crosses her arms in front of her, the very picture of petulance, but she's listening closely all the same. He means well, she knows. Harsh truths. Face reality with sober eyes, then act accordingly.
It's strange, hearing someone else tell her to place more emphasis on her own survival when she thought that it was already the only thing she cares for at the cost of everything else. Just as strange as it was to hear Cathaway say she believes in her, only to realize that she doesn't in fact have as much faith in herself as she previously thought. Maybe a candle, trembling and puny, close to the end of its wick, seems bright only in a dark room.
She heaves a sigh to follow the breath he takes, and unravels her arms. Attrition, he says. ]
Survivability takes priority, is that it?
[ Survivability, that is, the continued viability of the entire family of symbiotes and not the survival of each host, mind. Very few of them will make it to the very end and she has every intention of being one of them despite her actions. She hums, a smile on her face when she fingers the cross around her neck. ]
I know the value of my own life. [ So she would insist. It is the value of her father's life, of Kaji's life, of the two billion who had to die so she could survive. ] I guess I'm too used to every fight being the decisive battle, when sometimes it's just a matter of a little stealing. You think we could've won if we had competed fair and square? Would that have been better?
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It's strange, hearing someone else tell her to place more emphasis on her own survival when she thought that it was already the only thing she cares for at the cost of everything else. Just as strange as it was to hear Cathaway say she believes in her, only to realize that she doesn't in fact have as much faith in herself as she previously thought. Maybe a candle, trembling and puny, close to the end of its wick, seems bright only in a dark room.
She heaves a sigh to follow the breath he takes, and unravels her arms. Attrition, he says. ]
Survivability takes priority, is that it?
[ Survivability, that is, the continued viability of the entire family of symbiotes and not the survival of each host, mind. Very few of them will make it to the very end and she has every intention of being one of them despite her actions. She hums, a smile on her face when she fingers the cross around her neck. ]
I know the value of my own life. [ So she would insist. It is the value of her father's life, of Kaji's life, of the two billion who had to die so she could survive. ] I guess I'm too used to every fight being the decisive battle, when sometimes it's just a matter of a little stealing. You think we could've won if we had competed fair and square? Would that have been better?