Asuka doesn't really want pity. Respect, maybe. Care. Some sort of love. The sort of things she hasn't been able to give herself. She breathes deep and tries to settle her own mind, banish thoughts and fears and the twisted desire to lash out.

"It was... weird," she replies, not particularly wanting to linger on it or explain it in depth. Too many bad memories.

"Let's leave it at that."