Asuka still rages around her room. She's not throwing anything anymore, but she's knocking items over. Trying to vent the frustration and sheer destructive, vindictive rage that keeps welling up inside of her. Why did it have to be today? She hates it. She hates him. At the same time she wants him to be OK, but she doesn't, she couldn't care less and she wants him to suffer. Why today? She doesn't notice Kaworu's approach, his entrance. She's too busy hurling a pillow against the wall with a wordless shriek.