Disclaimer: God knows I own not one bit of Evangelion.
Author Note: This story is set nowhere in particular in the story line, it's just there. And I just wrote it because of a fleeting thought. But I think it'll come out okay.
Please read and review.
Rei stared at the shattered pair of glasses on her desk. A thought, more like a word, passed though her mind. But she couldn't name it. It was one of those things, like emptiness. As in when it overcomes you, you feel empty, and find it hard to fill the void.
Emptiness...
What was it?
Thoughts hurdled around in her mind like unspoken words.
She'd felt emptiness before, hadn't she, yes, that was her existence. Was it not?
There was more to her of course, like feelings....Emotions.
But what were those? Just elements that truly made a human alive?
Emptiness and emotion, which truly defined her, perhaps emptiness. But was that not like death? What was death.
But had she not died, were those not many times as a clone she'd experienced it.
Even then, was she alive...Could a clone truly live and die...?
Death...
Besides something many humans constantly feared, what was it, when you died, was that it? No more feeling, just emptiness, emptiness you can't even experience, because you're dead, or did you reincarnate?
But, could you feel that even?
What was life? Was that not what was previously defined, an ephemeral existence which humans cling to with all their will. Their will to live and succeed.
She clenched the glasses tightly in her hand, blood sliding across her hand from inside, spilling...
As an Eva pilot, had she not spilt blood?
Could blood be emotionally spilt? In a physical sensation, usually when pain was felt, there would sometimes be blood.
But, when you hurt emotionally, could there be spilled blood inside. Like tears...perhaps tears were another form of blood.
Tears....clear, liquidous crystals.
Yes, that was the true blood of emotion.
But emotion, what was that? She could feel emotion, what she was feeling now was an emotion, but, was emptiness an emotion? Or is that a sensation of its own...?
She unclenched her hand, the glasses dropped to the floor, covered in blood.
All these questions, hurdling through her mind finally answered...but left a question which was the answer.
Was there an answer...
She cast her eyes down to the glasses, they were shattered....and drenched in blood.
Like her soul...
A one, true definition to anything involving true life...and death?
So, what'd you all think? I was thinking of one of the questions myself, and instead of truly searching for an answer, I just decided to write a fic about it. Yeah, I wanted to make it deep too, but I'm not sure if I accomplished that...So, that's all I guess, please review! And perhaps leave your own answers and/or questions. Criticism is welcome too.