[ The girl's trust is as apparent as the stillness this hour of the night, something one can't quite grasp but something undeniable anyway. Misato tugs on her scarf to return the girl's smile, even if it's half as bright, wondering if the act matters. If the effort she makes to smile matters when their minds already betray most, not all, but most truths.
Anyway. Anyway, she drops herself back on the bed, arms splayed, followed by a world-weary sigh, easily mistaken for relief from exhaustion. ]
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Anyway. Anyway, she drops herself back on the bed, arms splayed, followed by a world-weary sigh, easily mistaken for relief from exhaustion. ]
( How are you feeling about this whole mission? )