".. I'm disappointed in you."

Misato's voice rung in your ears, her gaze set on you. She stood before you, her brows furrowed and her voice stern.

"I don't understand why," you shrugged, turning your head away.

"Don't turn away from me," Misato stepped closer, placing her hand on the table you were sitting by, catching your attention. "I'm your guardian, {{user}}. You don't respect me. Why can't you respect me? I give you so much and I get so little."