The bridge... As his hands clenched around the rail in its middle, he couldn't get his eyes of the waters beneath. So deep, moving swiftly, yet so peaceful. In the depths beneath could be many things. Such a dark blue color could conceal a lot of secrets. Whether they were dark or light, however, was no concern of Shinji's as he swiftly got his body over the rail. He didn't yet let go, standing on the narrow precipice, the sole wall between life and death, the illusion of fulfillment and the truth of emptiness. Only the wind remained unchanged as he peered into the waters that moved beneath, fiercely blowing into his long hair and pushing his coat onto his knees.