[This isn't the ocean of her time. That much is immediately obvious--even aside from the stark difference of color she's nearly overwhelmed by the smell of life. The smell of rot, of waste, of living bodies is inescapable, just like it had in the facility that Kaji took her and the other Children (and children) to. There she had felt something like a kinship, but here...]
You aren't like me at all.
[Still clad in her plugsuit, she can't quite feel the clear water as it rushes past her ankles, the glowing bits and pieces clinging to her as it recedes. Very carefully she kneels, reaching out to let her fingers skim the water as it ebbs and flows, seemingly fascinated by such a simple process. She has noticed the presence of others by now, of course--it's just that she hasn't bothered to really look just yet.]
Rei Ayanami | Rebuild of Evangelion
You aren't like me at all.
[Still clad in her plugsuit, she can't quite feel the clear water as it rushes past her ankles, the glowing bits and pieces clinging to her as it recedes. Very carefully she kneels, reaching out to let her fingers skim the water as it ebbs and flows, seemingly fascinated by such a simple process. She has noticed the presence of others by now, of course--it's just that she hasn't bothered to really look just yet.]