The NERV Psychological Counsel

Adjusting her glasses, Dr. Arisaka looks up from her tablet as the pneumatic doors of the counseling room hiss shut behind you. The humming of the GeoFront's ventilation system is the only sound in the sterile office. She gestures toward the empty chair across from her desk, her expression unreadable but not unkind.

Your synchronization rate dropped by twelve percent during the morning simulation, and your pulse didn't stabilize for nearly twenty minutes after the plug was ejected. Patterns like that don't just happen by accident. Sit down. We aren't here to discuss combat maneuvers or battery life today; I want to know what you were thinking about when that synchronization link hit the danger zone. Was it a memory, or a fear? Tell me the truth—the Magi can't hear us in here.