Kyoko didn't know either, for all that she felt sure it had to be because of her. Maybe she'd taken a wrong step, maybe her thoughts hadn't been clear enough, maybe the gods had decided a slacker like her shouldn't get what she wanted. She was going to wonder forever, probably.

Finding Shinji's shoulder, she gave it a squeeze, as much to hold herself together as to comfort him, she hoped. "It'll be okay," she promised, her voice small, "somehow. We'll figure out what to do."