[ Same as it ever as. She keeps pushing and pulling and poking and hoping that maybe things will change, maybe Misato will finally admit that she was wrong to treat her like an extra, unpleasant guest in her apartment. That she shouldn't have relied so much on Ikari, that Asuka had been worth something as a pilot and as a person. It's a happy (not really) fantasy and one that shatters every time she talks to Misato.

So why does she keep doing it?

She lets the datapad go with a sour expression and an even stronger, harsher flash of irritation, anger, and frustration from her mind. One that's likely going to get attention from everyone, considering their close quarters. ]

My problem is you.

[ Two steps forward, one step back. Sometimes it feels like Misato is actually making space for her and then reality comes crashing down around her ears and Asuka is left wondering why she bothers. There's a pulse of sheer hatred, a mix of emotion and fragmented memories, that rolls out of her. ]

You just don't want to admit you did anything wrong. You're too busy trying to save a dead planet!

[ Her voice rises in the enclosed space. ]

I don't need you to tell me to get rest! I'm fine!