If asked, Ayanami would have had no excuse. She was standing for rest, and because she did not, yet again, have an idea of where to start. Idle unrest had pressed her to movement; she had not been trained for passivity in motion, and she could not just--
It was, perhaps, that the single thought that Soryu's note might not all have been false. That all the pilots had left, or returned home, and she was still yet here. When any purpose she had was not in this place. When nothing she did here accomplished anything. Her throat closed, and she coughed again, that quiet, grating sound.
"...Then accompany me," she said, tone tired and resigned. She had given up. She had already given up on details of her existence before she had even arrived at this place. "Lead me. Tell me where to go. What should I be doing in this place?" The pilot looked up, a neutral mien as always, but something added to her eyes. Something desolate touching the edges. "What purpose is there in this place?"
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It was, perhaps, that the single thought that Soryu's note might not all have been false. That all the pilots had left, or returned home, and she was still yet here. When any purpose she had was not in this place. When nothing she did here accomplished anything. Her throat closed, and she coughed again, that quiet, grating sound.
"...Then accompany me," she said, tone tired and resigned. She had given up. She had already given up on details of her existence before she had even arrived at this place. "Lead me. Tell me where to go. What should I be doing in this place?" The pilot looked up, a neutral mien as always, but something added to her eyes. Something desolate touching the edges. "What purpose is there in this place?"