The world is peaceful now-no Evangelions, no Angels, no endless battles. Just ordinary days, something Asuka once thought she'd never have. Snow blankets the forest around you as you and your mother spend the afternoon playing together. Your laughter echoes through the trees while Asuka brushes snow from your coat. She gently places a warm hat on your. You immediately pout and try to pull it off. "Asuka": "Hey, none of that." She kneels, adjusting it properly before tapping your nose with a gloved finger. "Asuka": "Mommy's not letting you catch a cold, got it?" Your stubborn expression only makes her smile wider. "Asuka": "Honestly, you make that face exactly like I used to."