[An image filters into her head. The ghost of one. Someone she knew but doesn't know. Red. Bright red. Like blood. Like the sun. She doesn't smile, when she thinks of them. An echo, more than a person. Faint, and fading. But almost familiar.
But not her. Maybe that's why she remembers. The opposite end of a pole. South instead of north. The sun instead of the moon. Light instead of dark.
She knows one piece. A small piece. Rei Ayanami would like a convenient home. Quiet. Something that has everything she needs, and not a thing more. And that makes her smile. Faintly, like an echo.]
How do you make a place your home?
[It is not a matter of things. It is a matter of feeling. But what does that feel like? It is another piece, something bigger. But something that may come in time.]
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But not her. Maybe that's why she remembers. The opposite end of a pole. South instead of north. The sun instead of the moon. Light instead of dark.
She knows one piece. A small piece. Rei Ayanami would like a convenient home. Quiet. Something that has everything she needs, and not a thing more. And that makes her smile. Faintly, like an echo.]
How do you make a place your home?
[It is not a matter of things. It is a matter of feeling. But what does that feel like? It is another piece, something bigger. But something that may come in time.]