Asuka's hand tightens on his. Feels the bone and skin and flesh, the rounded edges, the warmth. It's familiar and for a moment it reassures her, because it's Kaworu's. Because here, she matters and she can speak and make herself known and a person again. A part of her aches from this conversation. She's baring herself and baring him and it's all coming together in this confused mixed of emotions and she isn't really sure how to say this or what she wants. She just knows she wants something. A reassurance. A word. A touch. Anything to keep her mind from slipping back into that dark place where she can't tell who she is or even she's even important to anyone any longer.

"I just-"

There's frustration there.

"I just want you to give me a straight answer when we talk, alright? Don't... don't dodge around or be a coward or deflect it! Just... answer me..."

The energy drains out of her one small piece at a time. She remembers asking if she was important and the strange half-answer that she received from him. It'd left her confused and wondering what she was and where she really belonged.

"...that's all I want."