Every night, it was the same ritual. Head down to the abandoned dorm, rose in hand, and stand there for a few minutes in memory of her brother.
But never once did the tears come. However much she missed her brother, Asuka never cried. That would be admitting that she was afraid. It wasn't going to happen.
Neither did she allow herself to hope, at least, not until Judai came along and found that picture of her brother.
That night, back at the dorms, Asuka finally allowed herself to shed a tear, because she knew there was room for hope.