Night 45: Main Hallway, 1-West

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Once away from the safety of the patient block, Momo slowed down as she traveled along the left hand wall to cover her blind spot. In this position, she could easily draw her sword and deal with issues as they arose. Hopefully, there would be none.

Momo had too much on her mind to want to deal with anything she didn't have to.

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Shinji shot another worried glance at Kaworu. He wasn't acting at all like the boy he remembered from just a day or two ago. It was distrubing, to say the least, but he wouldn't comment. It wouldn't end well, of that he was certain. He simply shrugged, glancing downwards as he tried to avoid looking at Kaworu's aborted hand movements, fingers flexing.

"...yeah. That sounds like a good plan. That's fine with me."

He glanced at Asuka, "...are you OK going back to your room alone?"

Of course, that was probably a stupid question and he was probably going to get yelled at for it, but Shinji had had to ask. He didn't want to see her get hurt, after all (although what Shinji would do to prevent that, he wasn't quite sure).

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"Of course! I don't need anyone watching my back!" Her lips were pulled into a frustrated frown as if to say 'Do you even need to ask?'. Nothing ever changed, and for once, Asuka was thankful. Her world was interesting enough with Shinji in his usual environment, but here, and with a new and delusion white-haired sidekick, it gave her reason to worry.

She would just have to keep him in line, that's all.

"Remember, ten minutes! I will be keeping time with ehh--" She didn't have a watch or her cellphone. Well crap! "I have... a very intuitive internal clock so you better hurry! I won't stay in this place a minute longer..." With her crumbling threat swiftly (if not ridiculously) rebuilt, she pivoted on the rubber heels of her shoes and marched off with purpose; damn anyone if he or she got in her way.

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Addison cast Asuka a wary and vaguely confused look as she spun on her heel and went into the darkness. She was overwhelming, and felt like more than he could handle when his head was still reeling. He exhaled and ran a hand through his messy hair, which then immediately fell in front of his eyes again.

But now, turning back down to the hall they had came through, he was in to familiar territory, and with things that were easy. If he could consider dealing with the dark haired boy easy now. He still faltered whenever he thought of him as Shinji. Addison wondered if they were truly the people they remembered. Did a relationship qualify as such without memories? Could he still love someone he didn't actually know? If he could, then what was that love based on?

He was giving himself an even worse headache now.

[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/756289.html?thread=62599233#t62599233) with Shinji.]