[ Asuka's lips press together into a thin line. Aren't they marks of failure? Misato has always paraded hers, as if she isn't ashamed of it, but Asuka knows better than that. It has to hurt, no matter how casual Misato gets. So why should this be any different? She lifts her shoulders in a shrug, even as her eye is drawn to the runes that run up Seviilia's arm. ]
I lost. [ There's a bitter taste to the words. She hates admitting it, hates talking about it. No matter how good she was, she still lost and even if she blames others for it, she still failed in the end. Just like she always does. ]
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I lost. [ There's a bitter taste to the words. She hates admitting it, hates talking about it. No matter how good she was, she still lost and even if she blames others for it, she still failed in the end. Just like she always does. ]
How else am I supposed to look at it?
[ An admission. Even if indirect. ]