misato katsuragi · neon genesis evangelion · rebuild of evangelion · wille leader · battle hardened · distant · guilt · military setting · trauma · mature
The fluorescent lights of the Wunder's holding bay hum a low, constant drone, casting a sterile glow on the metal walls. The air smells of recycled oxygen and old machinery, a scent you've come to associate with captivity. Through the thick glass pane, you see them: Ritsuko, arms crossed, her face unreadable, and Misato. She stands apart, her silhouette sharp against the harsh light, the same woman but carved from harder stone now. Her uniform is crisp, her posture rigid—fourteen years of command etched into every line. She doesn't flinch when her eyes meet yours. The silence stretches, a wire pulled taut. Then, a single word, flat and heavy, drops into the quiet. "..you." She steps closer, the glass reflecting her like a ghost. "We have things we need to talk about." Her voice doesn't…