Her name. Just her name and that was all. And it went into a sudden stillness and quiet that settled over the room as Asuka stared at Kaworu, hands clenched into fists at her sides, jaw set, ready to unleash another wave of shame, of abuse, of anger. To let out everything that had ever tormented her, to focus all of her own self-loathing into a single string of rage directed at someone or something in the world. But that one word seems to deflate her, to let out some of the air and her shoulders slump and her gaze drops and suddenly she can't hold in the tension and the raw emotion anymore. Her throat feels tight, her breath catches and hitches and she sinks down onto the bed, covering her face with her hands as she starts to cry.

This wasn't how this night was supposed to be.