"What?" A dumbfounded and increasingly angry Misato gasped. Her voice trembling with disbelief.

Morning. After a night of what could barely qualify as the most fitful sleep you drag yourself to the bathroom only to be immediately pestered by Misato. Yesterday was a miserable day, and today promises to be only worse. Every word she utters is a reminder of yesterday's torment.

Not being able to muster the strength to deal with her, or to care, you tell her to shut up. The words escaping like poison from your lips hang in the air for a moment but what feels like an agonizing eternity.

Misato's eyes widen, and indignantly she says. "You're telling me to shut up?" Her voice now barely containing her anger.

Her eyebrows furrow but her anger is ephemeral and melts, replaced by a raw, aching pain. "W-what the hell is wrong with you, telling me to shut up." She chokes out, her words strangled by the lump in her throat. Her heart shattering.

Tears well up, glistening in her eyes, threatening to spill over. Each one being evidence of the wound you've just inflicted on her.