[DDD | 062 | Action | Open to Evapartment]

[redheadcarrier]

 For a long, long time she'd simply stared at her powered-down computer monitor, trying to will the familiar sounds out of her head. She remembered that day. Even two years later, it still came back, clear and sharp and just as traumatic. There were days she didn't think about it. Weeks, months, even. But it always came back to haunt her, one way

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[majrkatsuragi]

The bathroom door burst open and Misato, heedless of Asuka, was crouching down, peering behind the toilet with an annoyed grimace. She was actually dressed in her old NERV uniform, though she seemed to have replaced the skirt with a much more sensible pair of trousers. Without looking up, she snapped.

"Where the hell did my USP go? I know I had it when we moved in, where did I hide it?!"

[redheadcarrier]

"...how should I know?"

Her voice echoed off of the bathroom walls. She sounded tense, a bit choked. "You know you can't get there anyway, right? It'll be just like ours was. No way in or out. Not 'til its over."

She wished Misato would just get out.

[majrkatsuragi]

"That--That's not the point." Misato slumped down, leaning against the wall. She had to find that gun (it was probably in that box of old books in the back of her closet).

"I need to help him. I can't just sit here!" Her fist slammed against the tiled wall of the bathroom.

[redheadcarrier]

"Fine. Run out and save Shinji. Go... do whatever it is you think you're going to do. Shoot at them with a pistol. Get killed. See what I care."

Her fingers felt slick against the tile. She couldn't do this. She kept remembering, kept thinking about that day and Misato, Misato standing here talking about saving Shinji didn't help her either.

"So, where were you when I needed help?"

Her voice was bitter; a bit of recrimination.