[ There's a part of Asuka that so very badly wants to take what's being offered. She's already taken a step down that road and it would be very easy to listen to the vindictiveness and the hate that's bubbling and seething around in her head. Would that earn her Seviilia's approval? What that mean finally having something or someone who is willing to give her love? And if not love, at least approval? The cool touch against her cheek almost makes her think so. That it might be worth it to grind her empathy underfoot and forget that it ever existed. ]
I don't know how to hurt her.
[ Asuka admits that. It comes out in a low, almost frightened murmur. None of her usual tactics seem to phase Misato; she simply deflects them with cold indifference. Asuka is still, in a way, frozen. Standing stock still and waiting for the other shoe to drop or for Seviilia to pull her hand back. For now that scared, terrified part of her indulges in the touch against her cheek and the thought that this might actually mean something.
In a way, she's lying to herself. ]
How do I know you actually care? [ She has to ask that question. She's been used up and thrown away so many times. ]
no subject
I don't know how to hurt her.
[ Asuka admits that. It comes out in a low, almost frightened murmur. None of her usual tactics seem to phase Misato; she simply deflects them with cold indifference. Asuka is still, in a way, frozen. Standing stock still and waiting for the other shoe to drop or for Seviilia to pull her hand back. For now that scared, terrified part of her indulges in the touch against her cheek and the thought that this might actually mean something.
In a way, she's lying to herself. ]
How do I know you actually care? [ She has to ask that question. She's been used up and thrown away so many times. ]
Why do you care?