[There is an action she should take here. She's sure of it. The feeling of his presence...it means something, but she can't be sure of what. He looks...human. No, he looks like her, his coloration just as unnatural, but she had been the only one. The only one needed.]
[So who made him?]
[...should she care?]
[Uncertainty holds her still, her mind racing as she tries to decide what she should do, what Gendo would want--]
[Abruptly, she realizes something quite terrifying. She is free.]
no subject
[So who made him?]
[...should she care?]
[Uncertainty holds her still, her mind racing as she tries to decide what she should do, what Gendo would want--]
[Abruptly, she realizes something quite terrifying. She is free.]
Who are you?