Evangelion 1.0 3.0 -

"You blinked," Kaworu said, his smile gentle but his eyes old. "And the world ended twice without you."

A soda can rolled to his feet. He looked up. Misato—not Commander Misato, not the scarred captain, but a Misato, with a beer in her hand and a bandage on her cheek—shrugged. evangelion 1.0 3.0

Behind the door, Gendo Ikari waited. Not the calculating monster of either timeline, but a man caught between them: his left hand cradling a photograph of Yui smiling, his right hand already fused to the trigger of the Impact system. "You blinked," Kaworu said, his smile gentle but

"Two truths," Kaworu whispered, leading him to a door that hadn't been there a second ago. "The Near-Third Impact you stopped as 1.0 . And the Near-Third Impact you caused as 3.0 . They're both real. And both are collapsing into each other." Misato—not Commander Misato, not the scarred captain, but

Shinji looked down. His left hand was young, the skin soft from Misato's reheated meals. His right hand was scarred, knuckles thick with calluses from piloting a mangled Eva through a radioactive hellscape. He saw Rei Ayanami—no, two of them. One stood beside Asuka in a dusty plugsuit, her hair short and white. The other waved from the Wunder's bridge, her hair long and dark, wearing the same blank expression.

The End.

The battle that followed wasn't against Angels or EVAs. It was against memory. Shinji dodged a lance of light that was actually the first sunset he'd ever watched with Toji and Kensuke. He parried a blast that tasted like Misato's coffee, lukewarm and kind. Asuka fought beside him—both Asukas: one screaming in German, the other silent, her eyepatch weeping tears of LCL.