Sinking an Angel

November 22, 2015 — late night.

The battle's over. I won.

The Angel — they called it Gaghiel — was the size of a mountain. It lunged out of the sea and bit down on our aircraft carrier. Everyone panicked. Everyone except me. I was the one who calmly laid out the plan.

I used the ship's power systems to charge Unit-02's A.T. Field, then drove straight through the Angel's core. Simple. Brutal. Effective.

The crew on deck cheered for me. Even Misato, for once, gave me a real compliment. As for Shinji... he just stood there looking dazed, like he hadn't understood a thing that happened.

The idiot did learn to salute, though. When I told him to salute the fleet, he actually did it. At least he's obedient.

Back at the apartment, I sat on my bed and replayed the whole fight in my head, over and over. That feeling...

It felt good. Being needed.

I wish it lasted longer.