[Shinji can barely hear the warning over the sound of his own heartbeat reverberating in his ears. His fist trembles. Suddenly he's three years younger, in his home world, vividly remembering the day Touji died and Kaji barely kept him from trying to strike the commander. He knows now that would mean nothing to this man. There was nothing to prove. No way to reach his heart. Maybe if he'd learned that lesson earlier his life would be different, but there's a certain kind of clarity that only comes with...well, with what Shinji has done.
He tries to think of what Mother would say, but he can't. His memories of her are still too scattered, too brief, and more importantly Shinji simply isn't her.
But he'd be damned if he'd be Gendou either.]
Your work? [His voice is still shaking, but he's trying to put every bit of confidence he's gathered the last few years into his words.] What work? NERV isn't here. The Evas aren't here.
[Shinji stares straight ahead, not willing to look back at him.]
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He tries to think of what Mother would say, but he can't. His memories of her are still too scattered, too brief, and more importantly Shinji simply isn't her.
But he'd be damned if he'd be Gendou either.]
Your work? [His voice is still shaking, but he's trying to put every bit of confidence he's gathered the last few years into his words.] What work? NERV isn't here. The Evas aren't here.
[Shinji stares straight ahead, not willing to look back at him.]
Mother isn't here.