What are you?
Broken-Bell
Disclaimor: I don't own Evangelion.
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This is in Rei's POV.
What are you? What am I? I ask myself. I try to understand myself, I cannot. I am
a puppet for a man to control. I am a human destroying other humans. I am dead, with out
me knowing it.
I am not a puppet for you to control, I am a human not to be used.
I am Rei Anayami.
I am not a lover for you to behold. I am not created with a harnessed soul. I am
what I think, not of what you plan. You ask me how I am, I reply wtih the same.
I am not a puppet for you to control, I am not a person for you to grab. I am not
evil by your commands, I am not a slave by your beast.
I am not a plan for you to read, I am not a tool for you to break. I am not a system
that is breached, I am Rei Anayami.
I am not a woman for your child, I am not a doll to be played with. I am not a toy
for you to behold.
I close my diary with my name in the entry. And I sleep with the thought of I am
not a puppet.
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SHINJI NOW!
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What am I? Who are you? I ask myself. I am not trash to be used, I am not a shard
of tarnished silver.
I am not a toy to be played with, I am not a child who is bent. I am Shinji Ikari.
Who are you to control me? Who are you to say who I am? Who are you to
control me? I am not a puppet for you to control.
I am not the savage beast that you use, I am not a puppet for you to hang.
I am not your slave, I am not a dog to your heel. I am not something for you to
use, I am human.
I am a human with a will, I am a child with a mind. I am not your little boy to be
held.
I am a human. Not your toy.
I close my journal with my thoughs for my life, I am not a puppet.
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ASUKA WHITE WOMAN!
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I am not someone to be used. I am not useless. I am not an actress in red.
I am Asuka Langly Soryu.
I am my own person, I am my own will. I am my own plan, I am my own mind.
I am not a puppet for you to control. I am a girl to behold, not a puppet to be used.
I am not you, I am me, I want to live, not to die.
I am the Eva, I am the destroyer.
I am what I am. I think what I think. I plan my will to my degree. My screaming
wreaks faster than the Lance of Longinus.
Who are you? What is your meaning? I know mine, for I am nopt a puppet for you
to control.
I close my diary with my thoughts on you, Gendo Ikari, for I am not a Puppet to
You.
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Wheee. I did another "mad skillz" fic.