“Ikari-kun.”
Midway through the five minutes
he spent scratching at the door, Shinji realized that Lilith was not
moving. In fact, in the darkness, illuminated by her glowing red
eyes, he could see that she tied to a large diagnostic bed, propped
upward, her hands and arms restrained in a fashion similar to how her
larger body once was on its cross.
“Come
closer.”
He turns to her, the restrained
jouten of the progenitor.
“Yeah,” he says, “Uh...no.”
The white skinned, obviously
naked 14 year old girl pulls at the restraints, the wires and
monitoring devices covering up the obvious nudity. She frowns, an
odd expression on her usually placid face.
“Come
closer. You have questions. I possess answers.”
“Does your answering those
questions involve you turning me into orange drink?”
“...that
is not untrue.”
“Then
again, no.”
Lilith frowns, again. This
should be much easier than this. At least, that is what Shinji
thinks that she thinks, looking at the confused, maybe frustrated
expression on her face. But he has trouble knowing the mind of the
ancestor of all life, and direct ancestor of the Ree.
“Okay,” he says, “I do
have some questions.”
“Speak, Ikari-kun.”
“...I had a
vision, a sort of...I guess dream during the last Angel,” he says,
“Do you know anything about that?”
“I am but a part of the
greater whole. I am an aspect, not the entirety of Lilith. But I,
too, saw. It was a memory. Another step in a cycle.”
“I saw...Angels. Not just the
type we fight, but...can you make Angels, too?”
Lilith turns to Shinji. A small
smile crosses her face.
“Of course I can.”
He nods. Tapping his foot, he
considers his next question.
“Are the Ree your Angels?”
Midway through the five minutes
he spent scratching at the door, Shinji realized that Lilith was not
moving. In fact, in the darkness, illuminated by her glowing red
eyes, he could see that she tied to a large diagnostic bed, propped
upward, her hands and arms restrained in a fashion similar to how her
larger body once was on its cross.
“Come
closer.”
He turns to her, the restrained
jouten of the progenitor.
“Yeah,” he says, “Uh...no.”
The white skinned, obviously
naked 14 year old girl pulls at the restraints, the wires and
monitoring devices covering up the obvious nudity. She frowns, an
odd expression on her usually placid face.
“Come
closer. You have questions. I possess answers.”
“Does your answering those
questions involve you turning me into orange drink?”
“...that
is not untrue.”
“Then
again, no.”
Lilith frowns, again. This
should be much easier than this. At least, that is what Shinji
thinks that she thinks, looking at the confused, maybe frustrated
expression on her face. But he has trouble knowing the mind of the
ancestor of all life, and direct ancestor of the Ree.
“Okay,” he says, “I do
have some questions.”
“Speak, Ikari-kun.”
“...I had a
vision, a sort of...I guess dream during the last Angel,” he says,
“Do you know anything about that?”
“I am but a part of the
greater whole. I am an aspect, not the entirety of Lilith. But I,
too, saw. It was a memory. Another step in a cycle.”
“I saw...Angels. Not just the
type we fight, but...can you make Angels, too?”
Lilith turns to Shinji. A small
smile crosses her face.
“Of course I can.”
He nods. Tapping his foot, he
considers his next question.
“Are the Ree your Angels?”