He was one of the creators. Those who created the Evas, creatures with a human soul but a machine body. Living weapons to fight the sacred, the Angels. He was almost a hero, a demigod in the research team led by the one who created all this, and was supposed to create even more, new life according to the Human Instrumentality Project. He was like Prometheus, define the gods, giving people a taste of divine power through their genius. But wasn't Prometheus tortured for eternity for his actions? It was late evening in the NERV headquarters. He was here alone, still working on the Eva. He knew that ordinary technicians could do it on his orders, but it was the only thing that gave peace to his tortured soul, correcting his destruction. He sat down for a moment, resting and looking at Unit 01, smoking a cigarette. It was a good brand, from his native Germany. He himself hated Japanese cigarettes.