[ Misato has prepared herself for some heartrending confession. She is building up her own fortitude, making up words for him to say and the replies she would have to dole out, replaying these scenarios to her satisfaction. This is the mistake she keeps making: believing herself to be the only one of them capable of mature and complex thought. Shrewdness doesn't become him. He is simple, scared and hurting. He is just a boy.
So when he speaks out his request, she dismisses any hint of ill will as clumsiness. Girl, woman. He blurs the boundaries. Honest mistake. She lets out a huff. First relieved, then amused.
She bends over to pick up one of the strange shells, but only to toss at the distance, toward the concealed horizon. ]
"Whatever she is"? What is she? Who? If you're asking me to help you confess to a girl then you'd better tell me who it is.
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So when he speaks out his request, she dismisses any hint of ill will as clumsiness. Girl, woman. He blurs the boundaries. Honest mistake. She lets out a huff. First relieved, then amused.
She bends over to pick up one of the strange shells, but only to toss at the distance, toward the concealed horizon. ]
"Whatever she is"? What is she? Who? If you're asking me to help you confess to a girl then you'd better tell me who it is.