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5.42 am. Gendō Ikari stood alone on the rooftop of the apartment complex, an imposing ink-black figure against the orange sky.
He was already dressed, and had begun thinking aloud about the Scenario: both SEELE's version and his own; what had passed and what was yet to come.
Kōzō appeared at the top of the stairs wearing blue and white striped “Wee Willie Winkie”-style nightwear, complete with a hat. “Gendō, it's 5.42! Go back to bed!”
Gendō turned around to face him, pushing his sunrise-hued glasses back up his nose.
“Fuyutsuki…” he said solemnly, “Make some toast.”