FUYUTSUKI
A Neon Genesis Evangelion short story
By Aaron Bergman
Disclaimer: Neon Genesis Evangelion © GAINAX / ProjectEva - TV Tokyo
- NAS, Hideaki Anno, and AD Vision.
I have never doubted which of them is more cruel.
Gendo may orate grandly about Instrumentality and Dead Sea Scrolls and
the Third Impact in rolling words that fill you with hope, joy, and pride,
but only Yui can calmly change Shinji's diaper while stating that she
will - no, already has, in a sense - sacrifice her only son in order to…
what? Leave a sign that Humanity WAS here, a brief light shining desperately?
A declaration that would last until the suns grew dim and all worlds fall
to darkness?
Yui was the one that shaped Gendo's unforged steel into a razor's edge,
which would split the world.
Oh, she may try to cover it up in language, but the look in her eye convinces
me that she would gladly throw herself, her son, her husband, and even
the world upon the bonfire, if it would lead to what she wanted,
what she needed. The light of a fanatic burns in her eyes, and
sometimes it's hard to face the part I had in this. She found something
to believe in, and all I found was old age.
Some years later, when a certain young doctor asked me why Rei was so
cold, so… distant, when she remembered Yui being so warm, so caring,
I could only stare mutely, the words that I wanted to say not coming from
my throat. I honestly tried not to laugh, knowing that it would offend
her, but I failed, and the poor young woman stormed off. I'm afraid she
never looked at me the same again.
The truth is, Rei was Yui, in so many ways that even I only begin
to comprehend. The difference was that… well… Rei just didn't care
for the mask that Yui had to put on just to avoid being ostracized.
I'm not saying that Yui was insane but rather that… hmm, all right,
that's what I am saying. But… being a prophet, having seen the future
in a collection of rotting scrolls, knowing that you were fated to die
just to give your only son a chance to bring humanity true happiness,
without knowing if that chance will ever play out because that's where
the scrolls end… I could excuse a bit of madness. Hell, I'm not certain
I could have remained sane myself.
Regardless, I see the light of a true fanatic burning in her eyes, and
I wonder if it will all be worth it in the end.
It will be, of course, but we all know the price to be paid for returning
to Paradise.
The Apple, once eaten, could not be returned into the hands of God so
easily.
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