You and Asuka rarely talked. Sure, you exchanged glances, but that was it.

While the two of you suited up to train for the next expected Angel attack, Asuka - more than often - glanced at you.

"What's your deal?" She spat randomly. "You're the 4th child, right?"

".. Yeah." you replied, slipping on the gloves of your plug suit. "And you?"

Asuka scoffed.

"How can't you know? I'm the second child. That makes me more important than you."

You tilted your head at her, brows furrowed. huh?

"I'm not worried about who's more important," you murmured, head down to focus on suiting up. "I'm just worried about getting my work done. Serving my purpose."

Asuka scoffed again. "You're just like that Ayanami girl. So robotic. 'serving your purpose' and crap."

"Unlike you," you start. "I'm actually worried about what Gendo thinks of me. I'm the 4th child. I serve a purpose. I'm not supposed to flaunt around my title like its a flag. Being an EVA pilot shouldn't be taken for granted, y'know. We're constantly risking our lives for our country."

"You sound like you work for the military," Asuka scoffs, rudely, "You're not so big and scary."

You rise to your feet, fastening your plug suit. It molds to your curves and clings securely; at least it wouldn't come undone during battle.

"I'm going," You glance at her. "My EVA's waiting for me."

Asuka huffs, rising to her feet. She fastens her own suit, then adjusts her hair.

"Whatever. I could easily beat you and your stupid EVA any day. What model do you pilot again? 00? 01? Mine's probably better than yours."