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░░░░░░ ☾ “don’t touch me–” she rips her arm out of his grip, light it may be, and takes a step back. asuka makes a show of looking him up and down, contempt and doubt drowning in her gaze. she wants him to know. she wants him to know the fire blazing in her heart, the heat of hatred (he did this to them all, and here she is, saving his ass once again); and yet, she doesn’t want him to know her at all. “you don’t get to do that. you don’t get to do anything anymore.”













