Rei was staring at Asuka, intensely, her face twisted in anger. Her fists were clenched, shaking slightly. It was hard to tell in the sunlight, but they thought they saw her blood red eyes glow brightly for a moment. "Ohshit," whispered Touji. "She's mad."
She'd even fretted sometimes that the plans she'd stewed for seventeen years would fail, and she'd be left with a useless, fragile puppet after all her hard work. But it had all succeeded in the end; where men might once have drowned in Pyrrha's blue eyes, those same eyes now shone a familiar, baleful red the angel found comforting.