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[wille]

CHARACTERS: Rust, Misato (and Kaji in the flesh)
WHERE: The Far Shore
WHEN: day :042
SUMMARY/WARNINGS: murder, suicide

[ Beth was the first. Shinji, the second. Third, Kaji. His surrender to the coma is such a simple, unobtrusive matter of falling into sleep and never waking again. Here one minute, gone the next. A body is so easily reduced to a husk when stripped of the person. His mind has become a lack, a numbness, rather than a quiet hum in the back of hers.

All things considered, the loss of a man so bent on lifelong self-negation is negligibly felt. Maybe that is a form of kindness. To have already left before leaving. His clear directive was a sort of kindness too, a sort of cruelty.

It is only right, then, that she grants Rust this same clarity of intent. Misato calls on him without ceremony. A witness would greatly simplify the matter is all. Likewise she gives him no chance for sabotage. See, she is ready the moment he steps inside, Kaji's body face down, the muzzle aimed at the base of his head, right where the medulla oblongata resides. She is no amateur.

She fires twice, hands steady the first time, a telling stumble the next, then replaces the safety. Blood spatters, yes. Her mind spatters too, and she must breathe through her teeth to distract herself from the pain too intense to be just an echo. Fair rewards. When she speaks, she shouts above the ringing in her ears and in defiance of her own state. ]

Ever heard cicadas in the summer?