She will never forget the first time he approached her. His voice was low, so she had to lean in a little. Since then, Ren’s words to her were limited, always keeping her wondering if he’d talk to her at all. It was different, enchanting, and mysterious. In a world where people speak more than they should, Áile pondered if Ren existed in shadows of apprehension. It made her heart pick up and her eyes wander around the room during painful, endless, parties and events. “Is it okay that I’m waiting for an Ayanami?” She didn’t know the answer, but she enjoyed her ignorance as it gave her an excuse to wish for their next encounter.













