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"I had an idea," Sohryu says, leaning on Kozou's desk, "We're looking at the current timetable. If the Angels keep coming at the rate they have been, we're looking at somewhere between eighteen months to two years. Right?"

"That's correct," Kozou says, putting down his pen, "What's your idea?"

"Nearest high school to Tokyo-3's 35 miles north. We can't have the pilots that far away from the Geofront in case of an attack. We can homeschool them, but that's damage to their ability to socially interact. So what I think…"

"Build a high school," Kozou finishes, sitting back, "Alright. Say we do. They're graduating at the end of this year."

Pieter nods, sipping his coffee.

"Have the Evas assist in construction," he says, "Gets it done faster, and we get a PR victory. We'll keep the classes together, because we both know that every kid in the Pilot's class is a potential Pilot candidate. The teachers don't need security clearance because Section 2 tails the students."

Kozou nods, absently staring at an ammunition requisition form.

"The administration is another matter," he says, "The background check for a principal will take months. But you wouldn't be telling me this unless you had an idea. So who do you want running this school?"

Pieter sips his coffee for a long moment, then closes the lid of his mug.

"You."

---

In Central Dogma, the speakers crackle for a brief moment, before coming alive with the Sub Commander's voice.

"Lieutenant Ibuki, please report to my office immediately."

---

"What was that for?" Sohryu asks.

"I want her to give you a complete physical," he says, "So I can figure out at what point you lost your mind!"

Neon Genesis Evangelion: Mother Issues, Chapter 11