Asuka's fourteen year old body strained just a bit as the demon-girl's arm ensnared her like a rope. But the pain effected her little, as the face that was now so close to her's was one she thought she'd never see again.

And so Asuka smiled, it was all she could really think to do.

"I guess I am." she laughed through small tears. "Or this is a really really good dream."