It's hard not to break into a smile when the door trembles, a steady force meeting her back, a rare gesture of acceptance from a girl so intent on rejecting everyone before any can reject her. Misato thinks she understands that. Methods differ, but the intent remains the same.
Age notwithstanding, Asuka has been an adult, independent, self-sufficient, self-serving, for far longer than should be fair. Misato thinks she understands that, too, the resentment that comes from early abandonment, intentional or otherwise. There's nothing more hurtful to a child -- and she is just a child -- than the constant and inadvertent negligence from adults. She should know better than to continue the vicious cycle.
Why, then? She is complicit now in the reverberations of trauma, that self-propagating spiral, but maybe it's possible to draw the line somewhere. Stop. Turn around. Walk the other way.
She draws her knees closer to her chest, chin tucked against arms folded over her knees, gathering herself to herself to feel more secure in the absence of company. A door can be a wall or a window.
"It's hard to explain," in a way it goes back to the age-old I'm lonely too, but that's the same as wanting something from the girl, who's right, she's always wanting something. "I don't think I've ever asked you what you need from me."
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Age notwithstanding, Asuka has been an adult, independent, self-sufficient, self-serving, for far longer than should be fair. Misato thinks she understands that, too, the resentment that comes from early abandonment, intentional or otherwise. There's nothing more hurtful to a child -- and she is just a child -- than the constant and inadvertent negligence from adults. She should know better than to continue the vicious cycle.
Why, then? She is complicit now in the reverberations of trauma, that self-propagating spiral, but maybe it's possible to draw the line somewhere. Stop. Turn around. Walk the other way.
She draws her knees closer to her chest, chin tucked against arms folded over her knees, gathering herself to herself to feel more secure in the absence of company. A door can be a wall or a window.
"It's hard to explain," in a way it goes back to the age-old I'm lonely too, but that's the same as wanting something from the girl, who's right, she's always wanting something. "I don't think I've ever asked you what you need from me."