When I first watched Ikari Shinji stumble into EVA-01, I was 15 and living in a dream. I could not understand why Shinji was such a little shit. Shinji had been called up by his estranged father out of the blue, and in the span of a few hours, he went from having zero expectations placed on him, to being the only mopey teenager who could pilot a giant robot and save the world.
The enemy he had to defeat, he had been told, was an Angel – a godlike monstrosity beyond human comprehension.
Beyond anyone’s expectation, especially his own, Shinji utterly destroyed his enemy – not with strength or skill or the power of friendship, but with the feral rage of a cornered rat. He then withdrew into a shell and refused to pilot ever again – until, of course, the next time he was forced to.
When people congratulated him, Shinji rejected them. “You’re just using me,” he said, “I’ll do what I’m told because I have to, so you don’t need to pretend to like me.” When people reminded him, hey buddy, maybe be a bit more grateful to the people supporting you, Shinji rejected them. “They didn’t need to help me,” he said, “I didn’t want to do it anyway.”
When I first saw this, my reaction had been, “What the fuck, why is he such a little shit, he had everything handed to him, an opportunity to pilot a giant frigging robot are you kidding me, and everyone around him wants him to succeed, so why is he like that?! This is a shitshow and a shit show.”
Now, though, I get it.
Watching Evangelion as an adult feels like moulting. All the incomprehensive bullshit that the show’s creator, Anno, had crammed into their world now makes sense, in the sense that it has never tried to make sense. Story, plot, how the world works, why there is a penguin in Misato’s apartment – none of that matters, because Anno did not give a fuck about any of that. The show has only ever convey one intangible thing: that feeling of starting a new job on Monday; the feeling of spending the last hundred dollars you have on a one-way ticket; the feeling of always going to work because, if you don’t, the people you love will leave you; the feeling of waking up and having to face down the incomprehensive, unknowable enemy that is life itself, without any idea of how to do it, or why you are waking up in the first place.
The berserker rage under which Shinji defeated the Fourth Angel is a cringe-fest of teenage angst, but he could not have done it any other way. This is life or death, he had been told, but Shinji had no understanding of what life means to him. Defeating the Angels was just another thing he had been told to do, and if he didn’t do it, he would have to confront the version of himself that did not do it. The stakes, then, were the same as anything else he did: fighting tooth and nail to avoid acknowledging himself.
The other EVA pilots defeat the enemy with professional detachment. It was just a job. You can be good at it, mediocre at it, doesn’t matter – the only criteria were that the thing explodes and you live. There was no reward. In fact, the very expectation of reward was outlandish to them. Do people get rewarded for breathing?
This was why they thought Shinji was a piece of shit, which he was. Only a piece of shit would expect to be rewarded for simply breathing. When Shinji succeeds, they are surprised: how can someone with this shitty of an attitude ever overcome any difficulty, let alone Angels?
Eventually, they come to a semblance of understanding that Shinji is fighting Angels 24/7. Whether the enemy is some alien monster or the act of talking to a friendly stranger, he fights them all in the same way: feral, ugly, live-or-die. This is why the other pilots always give up before Shinji. For them, it’s just a task, and if it’s objectively too hard, then it is too hard, and they let it be. Shinji does not understand the concept of difficulty, because to him, everything is difficult, impossible even, and he overcomes them with the same fight or flight response he applies to every minute task.
The catharsis of Evangelion comes in the final movie. After two decades of restarts, retcons, and reboots, Anno had decided that the story should come to an end. The series itself is incoherent; the tie-in movie even more so. Nothing about the show makes sense, even now, after so many iterations.
The show is ending because its creator, like Shinji, has at last come to terms with their enemy. The enemy is not the convoluted plot, or the nonsensical worldbuilding, or any geometric oddity with AT Fields or giant CGI heads floating in space. The enemy is their perceptions of themselves, and it can only be defeated by letting go. No easy task, that. Not when every morning begins with Angels.