There are worlds out there, where the sky's burning, the sea's asleep, and the rivers dream. People made of smoke, cities made of song. Somewhere there's danger. Somewhere there's injustice. And somewhere else the tea is getting cold.
Fine dickhead, don't pilot it. Now... where's my phone?
Yes, Fuyutski? This retard won't pilot Eva 01. Wake up Rei and get her to do it. I don't care if she's a fucking walking corpse, just get her up here damn you!