"Is that how you died?"

There's no use pretending he didn't know what she was thinking. It kept the focus off why he had that weapon, anyway. During Asuka's quiet hesitation, he walked over to her, ball in hands, and stopped just a few feet away.

"It pains you." Offering a futile smile, he holds the ball back out to her. "I didn't mean to make you remember like this. I'm sorry."