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[lackofprotein]

What a fucking dumbass! [The comment is seething, and hearing about Mitsuru's dad only made the cloud behind him flair with more bolts of lightning, practically shoving the broom in the closet with a growl. After Fuuka had put her supplies away first, mind, since he wouldn't have made a point to slam the door if she was anywhere near him - but it was the only way he could get rid of the frustration.

Mitsuru losing her father hit him especially hard. Even if he wasn't as close to her as he was with Akihiko, he knew vaguely just how much she respected her father - and her losing him to Ikutsuki of all people - after she'd done so much to try and stop Tartarus and the Dark Hour.

Stop it. It doesn't matter.

Shinji bit down, clenching his teeth long enough to calm himself. No matter how angry or fed up or irritated he was about this whole situation, what's done is done. He was long gone, and just as useless as he'd always been.

But it still hurt, because he hadn't expected any of this to be the results of all their efforts. He expected the shadows and dark hour to be done and over with. That things would be fine, and they'd live on normally without having to worry about it anymore - not whatever the fuck all this was.]