[ Asuka flinches as if physically struck. That's the heart of the matter, isn't it? The question she's been asking herself for most of her life. The gap that she's desperately tried to patch with the approval of others, if only to give herself a few moments of feeling like she isn't invisible or forgotten. There it is, though. Presented to her on a platter. What does she say to that? Misato's right and there's nothing she can say to deflect it or turn away the barbs that sink into her heart.
She feels alone and small, suddenly, and wants nothing more than to go crawl into her tent and hide from the world. There's a roiling current of fear and torn, jagged emotions. Does she admit the vulnerability? Or try to pretend it doesn't exist? ]
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She feels alone and small, suddenly, and wants nothing more than to go crawl into her tent and hide from the world. There's a roiling current of fear and torn, jagged emotions. Does she admit the vulnerability? Or try to pretend it doesn't exist? ]
( ...I don't know. )