Findings of Myself
Prologue-Why?
Who am I?
I was Rei. I was part Angel; part past. I was a pilot of a man made angel. I was the first children, but yet some how the third rate. I was the so-called wonder girl. I was alone.
Who am I?
I am Lilith. I am Yui. Together I make Rei. I am the protector of Shinji Ikari. I am the replacement for Gendo Ikari. I am still a pilot, but with more control. I don't want to be alone.
What is my purpose?
I helped defeat the Angels and complete Human Instrumentality, now what? To pilot Eva. No that can't be. To follow orders. I can't because I have free will. To help Commander Ikari and Ikari-Kun. Maybe, but that is not it entirely. To find my true self. To be separate from the entities known as Yui and Lilith, to no longer be just another doll. Yes that is it.
What do I feel?
Pain. Anguish. Incomplete. I want to feel something else. Maybe I do. Maybe I am just not alert enough to realize it. But I believe this, too, is part of my purpose for the time being.
What do I want?
I want memories, not just fuzzy pictures. I want a friend. I want a worthwhile purpose, not just to be an expendable object. I want to be noticed. I want to be seen.
"Please get off"
Why did I say that? No that wasn't me. That was she, the second, I am different. I don't remember it all. Just blurry flashes and that one picture. I was seen; I was noticed. But it wasn't me.
Why did she ask that?
Because she had free will. It was uncomfortable for her. She didn't know what to do. It was expected. What other reason could there be? She must have wanted to be noticed. Or maybe she wasn't entirely the same as me.
"Thank-you"
It was me. He helped me. He noticed me. I was shown kindness. Even the though tingles and brings color to my otherwise pale skin. But why? What is the meaning of this? Someone must know, and I must find out.
How will I find out?
Misato. I think I can approach her. She must know. Maybe she can tell me more then that also. I still probably won't understand, but Misato is better then Dr. Akagi. I have blurred memories of her mother too. But only small ones, since it felt like I could get no oxygen, or so I am reminded.
End of Prologue
ME: I don't own Evangelion, unfortunately. Tell me what you think with a review, even if you hated it. Chapter two won't be written like this, promise.