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I do not claim any rights over any material here. Even those of my Creation.

As I shamelessly make modifications on another's story, anyone may take and mutilate my ideas to their needs.

I do not make any profit off this. I do not care.

On for the prologue.

And need I say? Spoliers ahead. And flames are unwelcome, yet acceptable. I am not the judge.

She watched, as the humanity gave their essences one by one, their bodies becoming the water of life to fill the world, their souls fleeing to join the luminous being. She watched, as the human soul within the being, the consciousness... of one Rei ayanami... declined to assimilate the last soul out of her love for him, giving him the choice between happiness... and pain.

She watched as the boy, despite being one of those who felt most of the pain.. decided against the happiness.

She watched as the luminous being broke apart slowly, using the energy of its collective souls to bring back one, to be the new progenitor of the human race with him.

She watched as the boy tried to strangle her, only to broke into uncontrolled sobs when she -with all her tenderness- caressed his cheek.

As the sea made of the water of life lapped at the shore, and the remains of the nine dead avatars twitched on the crucifixes off-shore, she hesitated for just a moment...

And went down to the earth, compelled by the love the luminous being had felt for the boy. Even under pain of death, even while trying to revive the other girl, she had had enough power to compel her to that one task.. not that she didn't intend to without her compelling.

She let his love for all things alive wrap around him, and she willed the light of her soul to give her the shape of a human, she descended from the heavens, and smiled at the third child.

"How disgusting."

"No emotion is disgusting." A voice called, a melodious, sweet voice.

They turned to face her with perfect unison -unison which would have distressed the redhead if she had noticed- and stared at her.

Looking at her crimson eyes, short, white hair and pleasant smile, shinji stuttered uncertainly: "K- Kaoru?"

"I wish... but no. Maybe.. a sister to him, I could be."

"another angel?"

She shrugged, her smile not leaving her face.

"the only one not compelled to destroy you. I am the angel representing... regret. So I have come, to give you a second chance."

"Second chance?"

"I am empowered to... send one of you back, to just before the first attack... with all memories intact. To change what you think was wrong. Say which one of you will go, if one of you indeed wants to."

Before even he can attempt to think about it, the third child's thoughts are cut off by a forceful, yet pleasant, kiss... from his usual and foremost tormentor.

"don't even think of screwing this up, Ikari... I don't want to be alone with you in the whole world." With that, she turned to the angel, nodding... causing the third child to vanish with a surprised yelp.

"farewell, Asuka."

"Where?.."

"If, when he is finished, he feels regret still, I will cease to exist. If he does not... you will not even remember meeting me."

And with that, she vanished, leaving the second child alone in the world, the waves caressing her feet as she drew her knees to her chest, and placed her chin between her knees, watching the far away evangelions lying crucified off shore.

She was exhausted, yet it mattered not. She had lied to them, yet it mattered not.

Humanity was to be tested by all of the angels, the rule stated. They had not been tested by the nineteenth.

The rule did not state that they would not face the remaining angels if they failed. She did not like using loopholes, but it was worth it. She was nineteenth. Humanity had failed against the eighteenth -humanity itself- she had given them a fresh start, so they might actually live through to the nineteenth.

The last angel smiled, being the angel of regret, that was unusual. A thought passed through her mind before she herself went back to see the boy's progress.

*for you wished them to live, Tabris.*

AN: Somehow, I managed to post the rough copies after finishing the revised ones for the first two chapters. I apologize. The ones I posted were full of plot and grammar mistakes, not to mention missing passages.

Yet, it was not entirely fruitless. I have learned that Italics do not work¶graphs get mixed up in FF.net.

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