Bah, the damn plot bunny wouldn't stop jumping on my head until I put this into writing. Not exactly high quality, but goes with the idea that was running through my head. Of course, if I decide to do anything with this, it will suffer changes.
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In hindsight, ironic as it is, he had made many mistakes. As life fled his eyes, Gendo Ikari realized that he had very few regrets in life. Letting his wife enter the Evangelion Unit-01 was near the top of the list, but they both knew the risks. What had happenedà it would be a lie if he said he had accepted it.
But that wasnÆt the thing he had regretted the most. At the end of his life, the only thing that came to mind was his son. Shinji, whom he had spurned, abandoned, and all but replaced, merely for the fact that he couldnÆt face him. For years, the one thing that had haunted him more than the sight of his vanishing wife, was the look on the young boyÆs eyes that asked æWhy?Æ, why had he allowed mother to be harmed, as if it was his fault. And in a way, it was.
He knew he would not see Yui again. The scenario called for him inititating the Third Impact for a simple reason: her soul would be pulled to that of Rei/Lillith. If nothing more, he realized, Yui would be reunited with her son. It was a small mercy to a man who had seen everything he worked for, everything he had all but sold his soul for turn to nothing.
Slowly, the eyes of Gendo Ikari closed, taking with them one final sight of the Terminal Dogmaà only to open again, and behold something that made his blood freeze.
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Even last night, the nightmares had returned, but compared to the reality he had lived in, compared to the future that awaited should he fail, even the worst his mind could dredge up failed to phase him, even for a moment.
Upon his throne, the implacable commander of NERV Japan awaited two events that were about to occur, and once more, thrust the world into chaos. The first was the arrival of Sachiel, the third angel, but that one was almost unimportant, for in his shadow, a second entity was approaching.
The Angels would know fear, but not of Gendo Ikarià
Perhaps, the most entertaining thing he could mention, if he was inclined to scuttle many years of effort and planning, would be that he was not the only one to remember. Somehow, ever since that day, the thought never failed to bring a chilling smile to his face.