"Y-yeah..." she manages, attempting desperately to stop herself from crying too much. It's not working very well. As she holds on to him, memories come flooding back to her, and she just blurts them all out. "...who else would know about the fact Shinji hated carrots or t-the fact you didn't wear a shirt at the shrine or that time you fell off the monkey bars like a..." she had wanted to say like a moron but she somehow couldn't do it. It didn't feel right. Not after everything. Instead, she just stupidly laughed in the middle of all the crying and hugged him tighter, if it was somehow possible. Maybe it wasn't the time to bring up embarrassing stories, but a mind did rather bizarre things in this type of situation.

It wasn't every day you met up with both of your dead brothers.

In fact, as she is slowly realizing how very real this all was...she finds herself unsure what to do next. Maybe she can just hold on a little longer...

They had all the time in the world right now.