Dear Misato,

When facing a corporate audit, all I want is to snuggle next to you and have you feed me
purple pills with beer before bedtime.

To feel you holding me like a mother holding her cub while I shriek in terror from drug
induced paranoia.

Finally, you start smothering my face against your chest out of pity.

Your sweat mixed with vanilla scented body lotion being the last thing I feel before my
eyes go dark.

Thank you for freeing me from this hell, Ms. Katsuragi.