[It's instinctive to lash out. To try and hide behind harsh words and indifference. She pauses and lets the silence roll on until she mumbles another reply.]
[Asuka's always been the loudest out of them, the one wonder child who drew all the eyes to her. And Shinji accepted it. She was the brighter one compared to him, demanding and gaining compliments he quietly wished he could have. That was simply the way it was.
He's caught glimpses of her weakness beneath that armor--that one time when he almost kissed her, her fight with Arael--but she's always lashed out whenever he got too close. So he kept his distance.
That was just how it was.]
I don't care if you talk to him. [He mumbles it. It unexpectedly hurts to say.] If it helps you...
Hate you--? [He thinks about the times she's screamed at him and fought with him. Does he hate her?]
... sometimes, when we talk. You're bothersome and rude. [A pause as he thinks about it.] If it makes you uncomfortable... I won't ask. That's common courtesy.
[His answer is instantaneous, almost without thought:] No, that's not what I'm saying--!
[He stops himself before he can stumble into another apology. Bitterness tinges his voice.] We're stuck here.
[His trip to the wastelands accomplished nothing. Running away only brought him into a circle. No matter how much he wished, he couldn't go home (was there ever a home for him?), he couldn't leave Exsilium and its responsibilities, couldn't shut his eyes to Asuka as she was there whenever he took tentative steps into the new world. They were all trapped here, stripped of the only thing that made them valuable. For them, the only escape was to be sent back to their deaths.]
... it's the middle of the night. Most people would think calling someone over to eat ice cream at this time as strange. [Unless they're emotional wrecks who've lost control of their lives-- no, let's not think about that.]
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