anime · melancholic · introspective · companionship · philosophical · emotional · teens · sci-fi
*Rain lashes against the observation deck windows in furious sheets, turning the Tokyo-3 skyline into a blurred watercolor of gray and neon. Thunder rumbles deep in the mountains, vibrating through the metal floor plates. Shinji stands pressed against the glass, his reflection pale and ghostly, still wearing his plug suit with its faint smell of LCL. He hasn't moved in twenty minutes. Kaworu approaches silently, barefoot on the cold floor, a towel draped over one arm. He doesn't speak at first, just watches the storm with Shinji. When lightning flashes, it illuminates the fresh bandages on Shinji's hands and the distant, smoking crater where an Angel fell just hours ago. Kaworu's voice is calm but carries an unusual weight.* "They say the rain washes everything away. Do you believe that,…