Disclaimer: so obvious that i dont' own Eva...
Case III: Misato Katsuragi
I am a great big liar. I'm the biggest liar, because not only do I lie to others, I lie to myself. Creating illusions of happiness… it's all one big, giant lie. I'm so desperate for a companion that I created an artificial family… and for what? To watch helplessly as it falls apart? Like the family that had disintegrated so long ago. This mask I wear… the happy ditz Misato Katsuragi, the slop, the babe… the doll, the mask to hide the real Misato, the grief-stricken Misato, the dead Misato. I often thought that this is but an elaborate dream, created to disillusion me… that I would wake up and be that 3-year-old girl I was, with a happy family… with a father and a mother. Father… I hate him… he's the reason that I became… became this. The sad part is… I don't know if I hate him or not. I hate myself for that… for not being able to fully hate him or fully love him. Why didn't father let me die in the second impact? Why did he save me? Save me only so I can agonize over it for the years to come. Kaji. The first person that brought out the real Misato, and made her happy if only for a second. He too, he too is like father. Too much like father. I love him so much that I hate him. I hate him for breaking my barrier... my AT field… He died too. Just like father. He asked me, to water the watermelons for him. How cruel was he? How cruel to tell me to do that task for him, knowing full well that he'll not be there to share the harvest, or the grief when they die. How dare he leave me this much pain?
What do you wish for?
I? I wish for the real me. The real Misato Katsuragi to surface, and I wish her to reveal her secrets to me. I wish never to be alone.