[ He enjoys none of what she tells him. It's complex, a world too unlike his own -- devoid of heroes, full of archaic concepts like "armies" and "monsters". It makes him think to his classmates. The invisible chick. The kid with the bird head. Various forms of "human", and he wonders -- nastily -- if Asuka and her kin would think of them as monsters.

She calls herself a pilot, but that word has already been wrapped up in Shiro's image. The image of a vast mecha-lion. ( Cool. Very cool. ) And his mind and body recoil from what she's saying. Armies. People, killing. It makes them all wrong, all killers and villains. A dividing line that he draws between himself and the knowledge. ]

Don't put words in my mouth, you don't understand a damn thing.

[ Though he snarls his words, there's something quivering in his voice. Confusion. A heart that knows good from evil, become unsure about a new awareness. ]

There's nothing wrong with wanting to live. All life is important, all lives should be preserved. There are so many other ways to confront what could kill you, and come out victorious. That's what heroes stand for -- they're the ones with the power to choose who lives and dies, and they choose life every time.

[ He sighs, and covers his face with his hands, leaving the space where his mouth would be uncovered. There's no need to muffle what he's saying. ]

Being unable to find a way isn't your fault. It's just your weakness.