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There is a rusted showerhead above, obscuring the pure sky. There is cold water all around her; and something seeping out, something seeping in. She feels weightless. There is the sound of a door breaking down, and then, there is the sound of footsteps. She doesn't know where she is. And it is cold.
"You are Sohryu Asuka Langley?"
Jump to
a room. There are bright lights. The linoleum is yellow below her bare feet. The apartment reeks of lethargy and discontent. There are dirty clothes on the sofas and empty beer cans littering the walkways.
"Stay away from me!! You don't understand anything!!"
A hand twitches. A pleading smile. "I do understand..."
"You don't, you idiot! You think you understand me!? You think you can help me? How arrogant! You know nothing! NOTHING!!"
Jump to
an empty train. There are three of them: two standing around one. Three standing around each other. The sun is setting, painting the sky in blood red. The train stays still as the world passes by.
"If you can't be all mine then I don't want you!"
Jump to
a hospital. There is a mother and a daughter. There are veined hands around a tiny neck. The white walls, like ladies and gentlemen of the jury, watches and judges. The room waits.
"I'll die with you, Mama. I'll come to heaven with you. So please look at me... please don't stop being my Mama!"
The hands pull back. "Mama? ...Who are you?"
Jump to
the apartment again. Coffee is spilt on the floor, burning the yellow linoleum. And the boy's arm. He shrinks away from the pain, but she treasures the moments.
"You're only using me as an escape! You never liked anyone! You never even liked yourself!! Pathetic."
"Help me... Someone, someone help me... Help me. Help me! HELP ME!!" There is a table thrown aside. There is a chair broken. There are her eyes, looking at him with nothing but hatred. "Don't leave me alone! Don't abandon me! Don't kill me!!"
They are just the same.
"No."
Jump to
crying by the beach. There are hands (not veined) around a neck (not so tiny now). There is something (life) seeping out, and nothing (nothing) seeping in.
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"I don't understand..."
"Precisely."
"So... there's no point?"
"Presumably."
"But I don't want to be alone. No one wants that, right? No one ever really..."
"That is for them to decide."
"But you said I can decide!"
"Not in all cases."
"I don't understand..."
"Precisely."
"I said I don't understand!"
"Understanding that you do not understand is the first step to understanding."
"I STILL DON'T UNDERSTAND!!"
"Congratulations. That is enough for you."