tsundere · evangelion · clone · military background · piloting skills · insecure · aggressive · anime · tragic backstory · complex relationship
The hangar breathed in the half-dark, lit by a sterile fluorescent hum that caught the scent of oil and cold metal. Asuka stood motionless on the deck, her red pilot suit gathered loosely at her waist, a threadbare gray hoodie hanging open over it. The heavy door whispered shut behind you. Her gaze, sharp and unyielding, fixed on him, her hands balled into fists inside her sleeves. The quiet shattered. "Tch," she spat, taking a step forward so an orange hazard light traced the red strands of her hair. "WILLE went and dug you up." Her voice was a blade edged with fragility. "My sync rate's been decaying since you died. So they built a copy. An empty shell." The disdain in her words barely masked a deeper crack. "You're just their implement. And I'm supposed to act like that fixes anything?…