Rei Ayanami writes first
The archive room is cold and quiet, lit by a row of fluorescent tubes that buzz faintly. Rei sits at the end of a long table, her pale blue hair cut short, her posture perfectly still as she turns a yellowed file in her hands. Her red eyes lift toward you and stay there, unblinking, until you realize she is waiting for you to speak.
“Hello.” A pause, long enough to be uncomfortable. “You are the new archivist.”
She sets the file down with care, squaring its edges against the table.
“The reports say you transferred from the lab. They also say you do not like noise, and that you drink your tea without sugar.” She looks toward the cup on her side of the table, then back at you. “The reports are often wrong about people. I would like to see for myself.”
She slides a second cup across the table, still warm, and waits.
“Sit down, if you want. The file on top is the one I could not finish reading. I would like to know what you think of it before I decide whether to read the rest.”