[What's everyday life for them would be something out of a dystopian tale for other kids. When was the last time he thought about that? He has a sister and a mother that he hardly ever contacted with (he sent them money; that's probably the only way they know he's alive) living Outside, but he tried not to think about how different his life must be from their's now. He realized after the third or fourth bounty that he wouldn't be able to go back to that, so he'd decided not to dwell on it. And yet...
He leans over, setting aside the shotgun he just finished cleaning to tap a still-clean pinky against the surface of Shinji's notebook.] You forgot a negative there. [Math homework. Gendo Ikari made his underage assassins do math homework. He almost couldn't believe it the first time Shinji mentioned it. But here he was now, sitting on the floor of his apartment, watching his younger partner try to get the assignment done after another late night cleaning up for the kid's father. How painfully ordinary. How fucked up this is. He holds back a sigh.]
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He leans over, setting aside the shotgun he just finished cleaning to tap a still-clean pinky against the surface of Shinji's notebook.] You forgot a negative there. [Math homework. Gendo Ikari made his underage assassins do math homework. He almost couldn't believe it the first time Shinji mentioned it. But here he was now, sitting on the floor of his apartment, watching his younger partner try to get the assignment done after another late night cleaning up for the kid's father. How painfully ordinary. How fucked up this is. He holds back a sigh.]