[ As soon as her state allows, Misato embarks upon a detailed reconstruction of the disaster to pick apart its components and pinpoint the exact moment it fell apart so that she may know what to blame and how to learn from the mistake. But all the signs point to a doomed endeavor. It is misguided from the start, like her seeking to distance herself from her father when what she sought was a shadow of him in every facet of her life, like this building of walls between them when what she wants is for there to be none. The failure is sobering, and she's committed to not letting it go to waste.

Her reply comes quick on the heels of his question, breaking the rules of civil conversation by nearly cutting him short. ]

We all find some way to get what we want, no matter how much we say we don't want it. I'm not that good at lying to myself.

[ Both the blame, and the glory that slipped her fingers, were hers. None attributable to him or anyone else, not even the symbiote. That is to say, she never wanted the gambit to work, that's why it didn't. She always wanted to step into his mind, and so it happened. She shakes her head, dropping her gaze to the gloves she now tugs onto her fingers with the frustration of someone trying to unknot an impossible tangle. ]

I said something that scared you. Why?