Fifth Flash
[Amuro sits to the side of the hanger bay catwalk, near one of the computer simulators. There's a certain odd hollowness in his expression. 20 feet below him on the ground is the blood-soaked wreckage of the Gundam. There are enough parts left of it to be salvaged, theoretically, but for the time being it's a hulk of scrap.
But none of that matters. Not after what he saw... after what he felt in his mind. The terror of the angels and the berserk Eva units. That was a force greater than the fear of an entire battlefield. Pure rage, anger, fear, sorrow, and every other emotion he could sense, in his mind at the same time.
He was deeply disturbed. And so he sat. Unable to get up, to return to his quarters, to clean himself off, even to evaluate the damage to the Gundam. This is what it meant to be a newtype? It was a cruel joke...]
[[[OOC: Two words. Angel-Mindrape. Feel free to poke, pester, or try to move him, but don't expect him to be very responsive...]]]
But none of that matters. Not after what he saw... after what he felt in his mind. The terror of the angels and the berserk Eva units. That was a force greater than the fear of an entire battlefield. Pure rage, anger, fear, sorrow, and every other emotion he could sense, in his mind at the same time.
He was deeply disturbed. And so he sat. Unable to get up, to return to his quarters, to clean himself off, even to evaluate the damage to the Gundam. This is what it meant to be a newtype? It was a cruel joke...]
[[[OOC: Two words. Angel-Mindrape. Feel free to poke, pester, or try to move him, but don't expect him to be very responsive...]]]