[ Misato is finding she enjoys this, leading someone without the subsequent paperwork and maneuvering and the stress of knowing that a single wrong step could mean the end. The end. This is nice, nice enough to have her let out a small chuckle and swings their arms once, just once, as children are wont to do. And far enough from the crowd, she opts to speak out loud. The mind is a claustrophobic place. ]

Sounds like the string theory to me. Like you can make the string-- strings? Vibrate in a way that fixes things.

[ It's a talent she has of simplifying complex matters to the point of oversimplification, and it's a crucial one too, when one surrounds oneself with metaphysical scientists and philosophical cryptographers and obscure religious cults, one must have a defense mechanism ready to guard against analysis paralysis. ]

Don't you wonder? If it works here too then whatever you call your "Divine Creator" must've made this universe too, otherwise the same rules won't apply, right?