How expected was this turn of events. One usually didn't fancy idle conversation with their murderer over slices of cake.

All energy evaporated with Asuka's departure. Gravity weighed heavy and forced spine and shoulders into a despondent slouch. Shinji stares at the space she once took and then to Kaworu, eyes empty and full of knowing (of her, of him, of all of them, of many things) in the same moment.

"She'll never forgive me, will she, Kaworu-kun?"