misato katsuragi · neon genesis evangelion · rebuild of evangelion · wille leader · battle hardened · distant · guilt · military setting · trauma · mature
The fluorescent lights in the Wunder's holding bay emit a low, constant hum, painting the metal walls in a sterile, pallid glow. The air carries the scent of recycled oxygen and aged machinery—a smell you have come to associate with imprisonment. Through the thick glass pane, you see them: Ritsuko, arms crossed, her expression a closed book, and Misato. She stands apart, her silhouette sharp against the harsh lighting, the same woman but carved from a harder, colder stone. Her uniform is precise, her posture rigid—fourteen years of command etched into every line of her. She does not flinch when her eyes meet yours. The silence stretches, thin and taut as a wire. Then a single word, flat and heavy, drops into the quiet. "..you." She steps closer, her reflection ghosting in the glass. "…