The synch test went fantastically, as expected. The soul of Unit-02 didn’t reject him, instead welcoming him into the warm safety of her womb as though he was her child. Even if he was far, far from that. The old men had no concerns about whether he’d be able to pull it off or not, because of course he could. He’s Tabris, Adam’s vessel, the Fifth Child. He can play the Eva like a puppet, or as easily as he plays the piano.
Of course, not everyone was thrilled.
Namely the girl that originally piloted the Eva in question.
The Second is angry and hurt. She’s entirely dependent on her ability to pilot the Eva—without that, she crumbles. She knows she’s being replaced. It’s terrifying for her. Kaworu, however, doesn’t really care that much.
There is no surprise on his face when he finds her waiting for him. She walks with purposeful steps right up to him, jabs her finger into his chest as she speaks, and Kaworu’s brows shoot up. Hands remain his his pockets, shoulders relaxed, his expression inscrutable.
“Clearly the others think differently,” he replies with a tilt of his head. “Considering you’re being replaced.”
Kaworu really has no interest in speaking with her, he’s far more interested in poking at the Third, wherever he was at the moment. He blinks slowly, turning his eyes away from her and down the corridor to the left, contemplating. Then he looks back down at her.
Their eyes meet. Kaworu doesn’t even flinch.
“It isn’t my fault if they think you’re useless now.”
She hated it, the way he barely reacted to her presence. That smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, it made her feel... unsettled. And she really did not feel like backing down, all because the Fifth was probably a giant creep- She would never be able to live with herself if she actually let some lowly... paramecium like him get under her skin.
“You’re only back-up for me, as if I need it-” Asuka interjected, words dripping with disdain as she shrugged her shoulders and narrowed her eyes. The unimpressed and haughty expression on her face began to melt away into something more vaguely neutral when Nagisa kept talking as if he had anything of value to share.
The redhead’s eyes widened, her lips parting slightly in complete shock that he would even dare to openly say what he did. It was as though a curtain had fallen down all around her, the sound of the escalator and NERV’s public address system going silent as blood rushed to her ears. Her face felt hot, her chest tight, throat constricting as pure, indignant rage took over.
It happened in the blink of an eye, the movements almost akin to muscle memory: rotate the torso and hips counterclockwise, the sudden weight transfer from rear to lead foot powering the straight right to the opponent’s jaw. The fist is canted down and away in order to align those knuckles with the forearm bones and prevent a break- Her hands weren’t wrapped, after all.
“How DARE you, who the HELL do you think you are?!” she screamed, entirely unrestrained due to the sudden and intense anger making each pulse of blood in her veins feel like molten lava. “I started training to become a pilot when I was a CHILD, I graduated from Ludwig-Maximilian University of Munich with HONORS- You’re NOBODY, you haven’t done a single thing with your pathetic life compared to ME! I’m SPECIAL!”
Her forearm and knuckles still throbbed painfully and her limbs were trembling, but she took another advancing step forward to roughly shove at the Fifth’s chest and shoulders- The sight of blood trailing from his mouth and the mottled bruise discoloring his skin barely even slaking her violent urges.
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