Mountains, heavy are the mountains
But that changes, with the passage of time
Sky, blue sky
What your eye can’t see, what your eye can see?
The sun, one, only one.
Water, it is agreeable
Commander Ikari
Flower, so many the same, so many without purpose.
Sky, sky of red
Red the color, the color I hate
The loud plows
It drips, ripples and pours.
Blood, the scent of blood
From the woman who does not bleed
From the red sob, the humans come
Humans made by man and woman
City, a human creation
Eva, a human creation as well
What are human?
Are they creations of cod?
Human, created by that which is human
This is that which is life
My life, my heart
I am a vessel for my thought
The entry plug, the one of the soul
Who is this? This is me.
Who am I? What am I? What am I?
I am I
This object that is, is myself
That which is forms is me
This is myself that can been seen
Yet this is not the that which is myself
A strange feeling
My body feels as if it is melting
I can no longer see myself
My form, my shape, it fades from view
Awareness dawns of someone who is not me
Who is here, there? Beyond me here, Shinji?
This person I know, major Katsuragi?
Doctor Akagi?
People, my classmates
The pilot of unit 2
Commander Ikari?
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?
I am I.
I’ve become me through the instrumentaliry of the links between me and others.
I’ve been formed by interaction with others.
The interaction with people and the flow of time change the shape of my mind.
Those are bonds?
Yes. Those have formed me so far, the thing called Ayanami Rei.
And, those will form me from now on.
Those are bonds?
But, there’s someone else who is the true you.
You don’t know her.
Because you don’t want to see that, you are trying to run away.
Because of fear.
Because she might not have a human shape.
Because the present me might disappear.
Fear.
One is afraid that the self will disappear.
Fear?
That doesn’t make sense.
The Self’s world will disappear.
Aren’t you afraid?
