[ he keeps to the threshold, the door kept barely ajar to his preferences. in mind he'd had a place that skirted the lines between public and private, someplace like a garden or a defoliated area tucked away. but kaji finds himself unwilling to shoot asuka down so soon, even as the discontentment mounts as he realizes where she's lead him. ]
It has nothing to do with me. [ so much masquerading even as he can see she's nearly ready to erupt in a paroxysm of tears and screams. the thing about mastering the art of posturing is that you know how to spot a front in somebody else. ] It's okay to cry, Asuka. Don't hold it back the way you are.
[ implicit in his comment, maybe, is the following charge: just not in front of other people. he can understand - and even share - in her reluctance, at least: asuka was always a girl who was acutely bound to the perceptions of other people, stranger or not. anything that made her seem weak, or pathetic, or vulnerable was unbecoming of her, even as her efforts to rise above it all only served to have a counterintuitive effect of making her seem needy, desperate, pitiable. asuka langley soryu was a tragedy coiled in a thorny bramble. kaji's expression is grave as he watches her, urging her to let up the act. ]
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It has nothing to do with me. [ so much masquerading even as he can see she's nearly ready to erupt in a paroxysm of tears and screams. the thing about mastering the art of posturing is that you know how to spot a front in somebody else. ] It's okay to cry, Asuka. Don't hold it back the way you are.
[ implicit in his comment, maybe, is the following charge: just not in front of other people. he can understand - and even share - in her reluctance, at least: asuka was always a girl who was acutely bound to the perceptions of other people, stranger or not. anything that made her seem weak, or pathetic, or vulnerable was unbecoming of her, even as her efforts to rise above it all only served to have a counterintuitive effect of making her seem needy, desperate, pitiable. asuka langley soryu was a tragedy coiled in a thorny bramble. kaji's expression is grave as he watches her, urging her to let up the act. ]