"Nerv's importance cannot be understated. Although I am unable to reveal what your invaluable contributions are being spent on, I must assure you gentlemen, that it will pay dividends." Kihl Lorenz, Secretary General of the United Nations
VI
They'd only just left the car park when the phone rang. Misato immediately flipped it out and held it to her ear.
"Katsuragi." Her face steeled with professionalism then softened. "Oh, hey, Rits, how are…understood. I'll be enroute as soon as I've..." At that, Misato frowned and shot a glance at Shinji. "Him? You're sure? He's a civilian...alright."
She clicked the phone off. "Change of plan, Shinji-kun. We're going down into the Cages. Stay close."
"Cages?" Shinji said, confused.
"Where we keep top secret weaponry." Her tone became deadly serious. "You cannot breathe a word of what you see down there. Got it?"
"Of course, Katsuragi-san. But…I thought we were going to a bunker?"
"We were, but the brass wants me downstairs, and they want you with me." She shrugged. "It's as much a mystery to me, kiddo."
Shinji didn't make another comment and elected to follow her regardless. Soon enough, however, his confusion was overwhelmed by his surroundings.
Levav Base was everything the conspiracy theorists said and more. Shinji took in with wonder struck eyes level after level that seemed to run on forever. It was an artificially lit rabbit warren of steel.
Something wasn't quite right, though. Each corridor was indistinguishable from the other, and a strange, yet familiar metallic smell filled his nostrils and smacked his tastebuds.
Is that blood? He tried to sniff it out through the clammy warmth of Levav Base, then dismissed it.
Don't be absurd.
"You must be building a pretty big gun down here, Katsuragi-san." He said, eager to take his mind off it. "That is what you meant in the car, right? Special weapons research and all."
During the drive here, his chauffeur had filled him in on a great deal. That the creature currently on a rampage far above was called a 'Seraph', that Nerv had been founded to fight them, etcetera. It had all been a bit much to take in.
Misato grinned. "Oh, it's cooler than that. You'll be impressed, I promise."
"If it's all the same to you, I'll just close my eyes whilst I'm down there. I'd rather not see something I'd be killed over if I ran my mouth."
Misato laughed. "You'd do well here, Shinji-kun. Don't ask too many questions so you don't know too much."
No kidding. The Kenpeitai just leave people dead in the streets. You guys probably make them disappear.
Occasionally they passed other personnel in their cream uniforms, totally contrasting Misato's black dress. Yet still they gave a respectful nod of the head. Those who were armed and wore red berets saluted.
Salutes? She must be high ranking. As he pondered how someone in a cocktail dress could elicit such respect, an idea came to him.
"Katsuragi-san, this might sound like an odd question, but-"
"Fire away, Shinji-kun."
"Well." Shinji's tongue tied itself into knots. "I know you work for my father. Do you see him often?"
If you're high ranking, you must at least talk to the man.
"The CEO? Every now and again. I'm not exactly a janitor, so I can't avoid the meetings."
Alright, going well so far. Shinji felt a little excitement. Here was some concrete information on Gendo, a way of painting a picture of what the man was like these days
I should be about as tall as him now.
"How is he?" Shinji asked.
"Well enough. Social skills of a rock but he's in good health." Misato chuckled.
"Does he...talk about me?"
She winced. There was a long pause before she answered, as her hand reached up to touch her cross.
"No...no, he's never really brought you up."
"…oh."
"But he's really busy! Probably just wasn't relevant at the time. I'm sure he has been looking forward to seeing you." She put on a winning smile.
Shinji didn't return it.
***
"Hey, Shinji-kun?"
"Hm?"
They'd just come into view of a pair of lifts. Given how many there were and how massive this floor alone was, Shinji couldn't help but think the conspiracy theorists had fallen far short of the mark.
"When we've dealt with grumpy-san upstairs, what are your plans?" Misato said.
"My plans?" Shinji asked.
"Yeah. You're in Nakisawame, loads of stuff to do here. Come to think of it, there's a few places I'd like to show you, but it really is your call."
Shinji pondered that.
What am I going to do? I'm here for a few days, and no matter how awkward it is, talking to Gendo won't take that long...what to do?
"You live here, so I'll trust your judgement on what's cool." He said.
Misato beamed. "Alright. First, I've got to get you to the Imperial Palace. The gardens there are lovely. Hakone in general is really pretty and there's so many good views. Then of course there's the routine military parades. Take your pick."
"I'll think about it, thank you." Shinji smiled, a little taken aback.
This is the nicest anyone has been to me in years. What am I meant to say? Let's move on to something else before I bore her to death.
"Erm, speaking of 'grumpy-san-'" Shinji pointed upwards for emphasis. "I know you said you'll handle it, but you never said how."
"That's what's in the Cages."
His eyes widened into saucers. "Oh shit, I really am in deep."
At that, the ground shook a little. Misato snapped her gaze up and frowned.
"It's trying to break in. We need to hurry."
Her entire demeanour changed as she increased her pace, he noted, going from lax and upbeat to stern and purposeful. Even though he was taller, as a teenager closing in on adulthood, Shinji felt smaller than usual. This most gorgeous of women, clad in little but a tight-fitting dress, now commanded authority.
Guess that's why people salute you. Shinji found himself admiring Misato for more than her body. Then, a sobering thought came to him.
Things must be serious now for her to act like this. Good grief, I hope I don't get caught up in anymore of it. I've had enough of this shit for today.
"Breaking in?" He asked, trying to keep up.
"We are target number one for the Seraphim." She said grimly. "If it gets in here, humanity is done."
"Done?" Shinji frowned. "It's killed thousands, but how could it wipe out the world? And why are you target number one? It's not like it knows who you are-"
"Classified." Misato said no more on the matter.
***
After storming down two or three more corridors, they arrived at a set of lifts. Misato pushed the button that indicated
down, then folded her arms as they waited.
The floor numbers ticked on slowly by as she impatiently stamped her foot, muttering "come on" under her breath. Shinji kept quiet and chose to watch the speed of the lifts. Given how quick they were in comparison to the practical horse and carts of the 20
th century, these must have had a
lot of ground to cover.
Finally, with a ping, the elevator doors opened. A pair of emerald green eyes stared back at the two of them.
"Oh..." Misato jumped. "I thought we were meeting a few floors down, Rits?"
'Rits' was a woman who seemed the same age as Misato, if only a little older and wearier. Of similar height and roughly as shapely, her dyed blonde hair was cut to shoulder length and she wore a labcoat over a grey uniform. She held a touch screen pad in her hand.
"The CEO has ordered me accompany you to the cages. Thought I'd get ahead." She made way for them. Misato offered a grateful smile as she stepped in, whilst Shinji, having followed her, edged off to the side to make room.
To his pleasant surprise, 'Rits' gave them both space and leaned against the corner. As the doors slid shut, she fumbled around in her pocket, withdrawing a cigarette and soon after a lighter. She lit it, and euphorically breathed in the thick smoke. Shinji tried not to cough.
"Are you ever going to quit using those?" Misato tried to wave away the fumes.
Ritsuko puffed some more. "No."
"They give you cancer."
"Nothing a dip in EPF can't fix." The corner of Ritsuko's mouth lifted microscopically. "Bit like getting older, eh, Misato?"
"Shut up." Misato grumbled.
Smirking, Ritsuko took one last puff then drummed the ashes away. She fixed her green gaze on Shinji, who immediately felt his hackles go up.
"So, this must be the CEO's son." She eyed him a little more. "You do look like your father in a way."
"Doesn't act much like him though." Misato said. "Shinji-kun here is a gentleman."
"My my." Ritsuko raised a humoured eyebrow. "Few of those enough around here. Be careful, Ikari-san. The ladies of Nakisawame come running for gentlemen."
Shinji offered a faint smile but left it at that.
Girls come running for me? He thought back to looking at himself in his bathroom's mirror.
Like that will ever happen.
"How's Rei? Last I heard she was doing alright." Misato asked.
Ritsuko sighed and shook her head. "Still injured. Tenka-san says she's healing at a remarkable rate but she still broke most of her ribs." At that, she chuckled. "Not that Rei knows it. Still trying to get out of bed."
"There, you see? I told you she'd be alright."
"Mm."
The floor numbers ticked by. Shinji silently observed the two women. There was clearly a bond between the two, given how easily they spoke to one another. He'd seen it in soldiers before.
Yet Ritsuko was not fully at ease. Ever since "Rei" had been brought up, all she had done was frown.
Must have been one hell of an accident. I suppose that's part and parcel of working at a place like this.
The lift jolted to a halt, and a voice trilled
"Cages." The doors slid open and the two women filed out, followed by Shinji.
It was somehow even warmer down here. Whatever air conditioning there was had been installed for cycling air, not for keeping staff cool.
It's not just the air though…Shinji mused.
It feels like something really hot is down here.
"All the trillions of Yen we get, and they still can't put in proper air conditioning?" Grumbling, Misato could not have been enjoying her tight dress.
"The boss thinks it would be a waste of energy." Ritsuko answered nonchalantly.
"Ugh. He doesn't work down here though."
"Neither do you. But point taken."
"How far down are we?" Shinji asked, pulling the collar of his red shirt as beads of sweat trickled down his neck.
"Classified." Ristuko cut him off.
"A long way down, pretty much." Misato said, jokingly.
"You are aware of how sensitive all you're about to see is?" Ritsuko said to him.
"I can't speak a word of it. Katsuragi-san made sure I knew that." He answered, excitement creeping into him.
I knew I'd be getting a tour of Levav Base, but I didn't think it would be anything like this. I actually get to see what they're making down here!
"Good." Ritsuko nodded.
Ahead were a set of doors, at which a guard stood on either side. They were unlike the security Shinji had seen earlier. Those men had only their cream uniforms, red berets and Chinese made semi-automatics. These had the battleship grey chest plate used by the Army, and in their hands was perhaps the most feared small arms weapon in the world: the Enfield.303 Mark V laser rifle.
Laser guns? Shinji had to look twice.
How did they get laser guns!? The British never share their technology.
The two men saluted as they approached, which Misato returned whilst Ritsuko ignored them. The guard on the right frowned at Shinji.
"Is he…"
"Cleared? Yes." Ritsuko waved his concern away. Misato gave a nod of confirmation. Satisfied, he pressed his elbow into a panel, and the doors slid open. Behind them was a hollowed, manmade cave, lit by the same harsh lighting as everywhere else on this base. Yet there was a bloody tinge to it, due to the sea of dark orange liquid that lapped against metal shores. Causeways led over this miniature lake, in which was a half-submerged gargantuan arm from the elbow down. Covered from possible nail to unseen shoulder in dark grey and white armour, it hung out of a wall marked
"Cage 01" as if attached to a larger body.
"How…wha-wha…" Shinji's tongue tied itself into knots as he observed the arm of something roughly corvette sized.
"Told you it was cool." Misato grinned.
No kidding. His head almost span. Nerv wasn't building a giant gun. Question after question slammed into each other in his brain. They all jammed up his throat.
"Took my breath away the first time too, Shinji-kun." Misato said, as they crossed the lake.
"And that's just the arm. Wait until you see the head." Ritsuko added, a twinge of pride in her voice.
Shinji still tried to process it all. Now he knew they were building a giant robot, if not actually completed it.
"No wonder the UN gives you so much money." He mused aloud.
"We have a larger budget than some countries, and it scarcely covers expenditure as it is." Ritsuko said, as they approached another set of doors.
This time four men stood guard, an entire squad. All were armed in a similar manner to the guards they'd just passed. Their fingers, however, were off the trigger and their rifles' magazines glowed.
Shinji knew their safeties were off. He'd always had a horrible feeling he might see a British laser gun primed and ready to fire one day, especially with all the tension around Tasman sea.
One squeeze of the trigger, and my head is sludge. He gulped, but followed after Ritsuko and Misato nonetheless.
At least they aren't being held by redcoats.
"Where'd you get laser rifles from?" He quietly asked Misato.
"Royal Small Arms Factory. And Emperor Arthur was not selling them cheap." She said, already raising her hand to return the salute given by the guards.
"…the
British let you have them?"
"With enough money you can get anything, Shinji-kun."
Let's hope the Chinese can't buy our battleship schematics.
His pace slowed a little now, footfalls becoming more tentative the closer they came to the now opened doors. Did he really want to see what lay behind them? What was undoubtedly a secret that men could be killed for?
When I walk through, there's no going back. He thought to stay there, to say he respected Nerv's privacy and didn't want to get in any trouble. But he was too far in now. The only route was forwards.
***
Cage 01 was another cavernous room, more cuboid than the vast outside sphere, alive with engineers and technicians working a thankless job. Dozens of them were spread throughout in their orange uniforms. A causeway connected the entrance he'd just come through to another one directly opposite it; they were both guarded.
Misato and Ritsuko had paused at the centre of the causeway, looking up in admiration at the Cage's occupant. It had already stopped Shinji in his tracks as he stepped foot in the room.
Nerv's monstrosity was mostly submerged in the strange orange liquid, but its upper torso and head towered over him. Altogether, it couldn't have been any shorter than eighty metres. A pair of white, slitted eyes were set into a helm with a singular horn. As it was with the arm, the robot was covered top to toe in angular grey armour.
"Ikari-san." Ritsuko said proudly, looking over her shoulder at him. "May I present Evangelium Unit 01."
All he could do was stare for a while, before letting out an audible "wow." He walked over to them in silence. There were no questions, no bafflement nor snide remarks, just
awe.
What Marshal Motichka wouldn't give to get in here.
"It's incredible." He breathed.
"Thank you, Ikari-san. Always nice to hear one's work be appreciated." Ritsuko gave a small smile.
"You
built this?" Shinji said, surprised.
"
Helped would be more adequate, but yes I did contribute to Evangelium 01's design. A heavy improvement over 00's in my view."
"00?" He tilted his head. "There's more than one?"
"Indeed."
"…How many have you got?"
"Classified for now." Ritsuko said. "Inevitably, however, the public will become aware. It gets a bit hard, hiding giant combat platforms after a while."
"Understandable."
Given the sheer size of it, the Evangelium must have cost the earth to build. All the money world governments had funnelled into Nerv, all the protections given by the UN, made sense now.
He surveyed the Evangelium again, slower this time. The armour tightly fitted its form. As he looked down into the orange liquid, he could see Unit 01's submerged, freakishly thin torso. Compared to the more bulky and sturdy designs of HMACs, the Evangelium was an odd weapon of war indeed.
"I'm guessing there's a reason you went for the giant robot route over a big gun?" He asked.
"It generates a Hawking-Field on par with a Seraph's. We didn't just build a super-weapon because it looks impressive." Ritsuko answered, nonchalantly, although seemingly pleased by some data on her pad.
H-Field? Equal to a Seraph's?
Dread crept into his heart as he did a double take on the Evangelion. Not only had Nerv built more than one of these things in secret, they'd slapped insanely power Manmitsu reactors of some kind in them.
Unlimited strength, and an energy field that can take positron strikes. Just how powerful is Nerv?
And his father was its master.
Why the hell have they brought me here? I'm just a kid. This is way out of my league.
"This is what you do? What my father does?" He asked Misato. She opened her mouth to speak but was cut off.
"Correct." Came a voice from above. Everyone in the room stiffened.
Shinji's heart skipped a beat. He'd heard it before, a gruff and gravelly tone he'd both dreaded and longed to hear again.
"Hello, Shinji. It's been a while." Gendo said from a raised platform that looked down on the Cage.
"...yeah." Shinji felt his blood run colder than his father's gaze. "Yeah it has."
He hadn't changed much. A few flecks of grey, a few wrinkles and little else. Those eyes seared with their icy intensity, even from behind those orange lenses. Gendo Ikari was every bit as imposing as Shinji remembered.
The two Ikaris observed one another, one clearly in command. This was what Shinji had so desperately desired for so very long, but now he had it he didn't know what to do.
Should I say something? Or smile? Help me out here, Gendo.
Gendo gave no inclination of what he should do. His withering gaze bore into his son. It felt like it could cut open his heart and spill its secrets. Shinji broke eye contact.
This is going well so far. Why'd you bring me down here anyway? There's better places to catch up.
"We've been authorised to sortie against the Fourth Seraph. Activate Unit 01." Gendo said, as if Shinji weren't in the room.
"Yes, sir." Ritsuko nodded.
"Hold on." Misato frowned. "Have I missed something? You said it yourself, Rits. Rei can scarcely get out of bed."
"She can't." Ritsuko asserted.
"Then we don't have a pilot."
"Incorrect." Gendo said. "We have just received one."
The blood drained from Shinji's cheeks as his heart began to pound in his chest. It felt like all eyes in the room were turning to him as he now understood just why he'd been called here.
This…this can't be…
"...What?" In disbelief, Misato looked at Shinji then back at Gendo.
"Shinji Ikari." Ritsuko addressed him, with clear reluctance. "You have been designated the Third Child by the Marduk Report and are thus the pilot of Evangelium Unit 01."
You could have heard a pin drop.
"
Didn't you think to mention this!?" Misato snarled.
"You did not need to know at the time."
"Didn't need to-" Misato ran a hand through her hair. "I'm Director of Eva ops.
This is need to know! You can't send him out there, he literally just got here!"
She continued to rage, but her voice and all other sounds faded away for Shinji. He felt like a trapped animal, the cage door snapped shut behind him and the hunter looking smugly down on his prize.
W-Why…How…How could he do this to me?
The abruptness of the letter made sense, and the time it had come was no longer a coincidence. He had indeed been summoned because his father needed him, but the truth of it was worse than he could have imagined.
Shinji was a discarded tool, recalled because his father had run out of or broken the others.
I'm only here because I'm suddenly useful. Shinji's eyes began to sting as his fist squeezed itself again.
Why did you have to leave me, mother? Why couldn't I just have parents like everyone else?
There would be no reconciliation or explanation. No warm embrace nor even a gentle smile. All that mattered was the giant in front of him and the giant far above.
"Shinji-kun?" Misato's hand gently touched his shoulder, stirring him from his stupor.
"I…I can't…"
"I know. But…"
She wants me to do it too. His shoulders sagged.
No one here is going to stick up for me.
The room shook. Some dust drifted down from the high ceiling. Gendo looked upward, as if vaguely interested. "It seems to have fully zeroed in on us. Curious."
"Ikari-san, we need to get you in
now." Ritsuko said, regretfully.
Shinji's fist clenched as tightly as it could. A drop of crimson trickled through his fingers.
"Why? Why me?" He asked pleadingly.
"Because you are the only one who can." Gendo coldly said.
"H-How?" Shinji blustered. "It's a just a giant robot.
Get someone else. Someone else who's actually seen this fucking thing before!"
"You would not be here unless you were needed."
"
Needed." Shinji choked back a sob.
"Whatever your issues with your father, now is not the time, Ikari-san." Ritsuko tried to cut in.
Misato hung back, as if unsure what to do. More expressions rolled across her pretty face than Shinji thought possible.
From above, Gendo impassively observed his son's distress.
"Caspar."
"Yes, Gendo-chan?" The AI chirped.
"Get Rei."
As much as he tried to retreat into himself, Shinji all but felt Ritsuko stiffen. Her head snapped up to fix Gendo with a glare. His mind ran over the previous mention of Rei, remembering that this person was not in the best of health.
Wouldn't call them out if they weren't up to it. So much for being "needed."
"Recalibrate Unit 01 for the First Child." Gendo ordered.
"Understood, sir." Ritsuko said coolly, before she marched off and barked commands.
Shinji didn't listen. He wanted to go home. His compact, dingy apartment seemed all the more inviting now, with its books and sencha tea.
Misato's hand had yet to leave his shoulder, halfway between a light touch and reassuring squeeze. It was almost enough to make Shinji smile.
I'm not of any use now, and she's still interested in giving me the time of day? That's novel.
"Ikari-san, do you want me to take him to a bunker?" Misato asked her superior. She got no response, as Gendo continued to observe Shinji, like a scientist waiting for the result of his experiment.
Deep down, Shinji wanted to look him in the eye and scream. He wanted to tell the man just how much he hated him, how he'd walk out of here and never speak to him again. But nothing came, except the desire to squirm and hide away.
Misato's hand slipped from his shoulder. "Look, Shinji-kun, I-I've got to do some things. I'll be back for you soon."
"Yeah…sure." He muttered. Off in his own little world, he was oblivious to Misato's look of anguish. Her footsteps echoed further away as she started talking to other personnel.
Shinji walked over to the side so he could get out of everyone's sight. It was where he belonged and felt most comfortable.
Most attention I've had in more than a decade today. From my own father, no less. He grimaced. If there were gods, they had a cruel sense of irony.
He leaned against the wall. As much as he tried, Shinji couldn't help but cast another glance at the Eva. The enormity of this thing he'd been almost pressured into piloting was inescapable. In spite of the turmoil that had happened in front of it, the Eva stood implacable.
Another time, I wouldn't mind taking that out for a spin- A shiver ran up his spine.
One of its great white eyes was squinting at him.
He shook his head. The Eva had its eyes forward.
Was it looking at me?
No, it was just his imagination. No one was inside the Eva, so there was no one to make it look at him. It was an inert construct of steel and plastic, nothing more.
The sounds of electric doors sliding open took his mind off the matter. It was now replaced with another.
A hospital bed was rolled in, flanked by nurses and one man in a doctor's white coat. He was stocky, short, and looked to be middle aged and greying, with a bristly moustache.
On the cot was a girl. From this distance she looked no older than him. A drip feed was hung next to her.
The bed was rolled to a stop just in front of Unit 01. The doctor shook his head and looked up at his superior.
"Sir, I must protest." He said, his voice gruffer than even Gendo's.
"Noted, Dr Tenka." Gendo dismissed him. "Continue."
Shinji stared on in shock.
Another kid?
Upon further inspection, she clearly wasn't just another kid. Her delicate, slender and sharp features were set upon a canvas of alabaster white skin. She'd a mop of sky-blue hair which contrasted a pair of ruby red eyes.
Blue hair, red eyes, pure white skin? You weren't born like me, were you?
There were stories of people who looked like this. Cannon fodder grown in vats by fascist Spain for a desperate European Union, they were a last-ditch measure against the British and Russians during their invasions of Europe.
Conquistador project. The UN banned that.
"Rei" winced as she lifted her legs over the bed. Reddened bandages and skin-tight full body white suit hugged a lithe form.
Shinji looked on in horror. This girl,
a child, looked like she'd stumbled off the battlefields of Osaka, Kyoto or Himeji. Indeed, he'd seen walking wounded in better condition than her. And now Gendo Ikari intended to make her fight.
Shinji tried to challenge him, only to be met by those icy orbs again; Gendo was still watching him.
A tremor greater than any before slammed into Levav. There was an audible crash as Shinji almost lost his footing and fell face first into the ground.
"Shit." he snarled under his breath. His forehead throbbed with pain. A whimper like a whisper in the wind immediately caught his attention and upon seeing its source, his legs carried him toward it.
Rei had been thrown off the bed. She lay on the floor, eyes shut and teeth grit, trembling as she hissed with pain. He put his arms around her and cradled her. The doctor hovered nearby, desperate to intervene but couldn't without orders.
Gendo paid him no mind. "Rei, you must get in."
"
Father, you'll kill her!" Shinji exploded.
"The Third Child is unable to pilot. There is no other choice." Gendo ignored him and continued addressing Rei.
Shinji shook with anger. The pointless cruelty of making this broken child fight against whatever the hell was far above, made him question what his mother saw in the man. But deep down, he knew this wasn't pointless. This all had a very sharp point, that only a fool could mistake.
Shinji thought himself a fool, but he really wasn't.
"Rei-"
"
Fine." Shinji snarled. "
Fine, damn you. Fine! I'll do what you want. Just leave her alone."
I will not let someone die on my behalf.
Silence hung as oppressively as his burden. He didn't look up to see his father's satisfied, triumphant nod, only hearing a blunt "as you wish."
Footsteps approached him, and that stocky doctor knelt down to assess the damage. At this distance Shinji could smell the coffee in his breath and observe more grey strands than first thought.
"Wound's torn…" Tenka growled at the reddening bandages then took her out of Shinji's arms. His lined with frown marks face then softened. "Thank you, lad. She wouldn't have survived otherwise."
Shinji's lips moved but no words came out. 'Thank you' was not a phrase he seriously heard often. Tenka swiftly carried Rei back over to her hospital bed, anxious nurses waiting.
As she was trundled away, Shinji could feel his father's gaze bore into him. He didn't meet it. It would make him angrier. After a moment of silence, the sound of disappearing footsteps touched his ears.
By the time Shinji looked up, Gendo was gone.
No explanation, no parting words. He'd been dumped on another platform. Shinji's fist balled.
"Recalibrate Unit 01 for the Third Child. We're sortieing, boys and girls." Ritsuko barked, crashing into his thoughts. She must have stood directly behind him as he held Rei.
Ritsuko had already stormed off as he stood up. His right hand still felt warm and wet. A droplet of blood not his own peeled off and fell to the floor. Shinji studied his hand, covered in red ichor. Tenka had not been exaggerating: Rei was in bad shape.
"Are you alright, Shinji-kun?" Said a gentle voice.
Shinji forced the smallest of smiles. "I'm fine, Katsuragi-san-" he paused. Misato wasn't buying it.
"In truth? This is the unhappiest I've ever been." He chuckled humourlessly. "And I've been pretty unhappy."
Another tremor reverberated through the ground. Clouds of dust were shaken free from the ceiling.
"There's no one else who can do it, is there?" He sighed, resigned.
"I'm sorry, Shinji-kun. This wasn't how I thought things would go today..." Misato grimaced, guiltily. "But you're all we've got right now. You're all the
world's got."
Shinji took a breath, trying to summon the courage he needed. It didn't come. His clenched fist continued to tremble.
But there isn't a choice. That thing up there could wipe out Honshu, and maybe the world if Misato's right. I won't have that blood on my hands.
"It's alright, Katsuragi-san." He forced himself to meet Misato's gentle brown eyes and blot out any thought of the father who'd betrayed him again.
He would do it for her if nothing else.