I pick up my newly arrived English language Blu-ray copy of Evangelion 3.33. The plastic wrapping crinkles softy in my hand as I grip it hard enough to turn my knuckles white. I take a deep, shaky breath and look straight towards the light blue box, my voice low and gravelly from two years of weeping.
“You can’t show up now,” I scold it, trying to keep composure and be the bigger person of the two of us. “You can’t just show up two years later and act like nothing happened. It doesn’t work that way.”
The Blu-ray box does not respond.
“Remember when I placed that pre-order, in December 2013? Remember what it said? It said I’d get you that following February. I thought I was only gonna wait two months.” I can’t mask the pain anymore, and my voice cracks as I try not to sob openly. My eyes sting with tears. The Blu-ray box does not respond.
“It’s been two years! Where were you? They told me they needed time, time to make you better, but you came back the same! Why didn’t you tell me the real reason you wouldn’t come? What makes you feel like you can now? Why won’t you speak to me?!”
The Blu-ray box does not respond.
I scream in anguish and use all of the force I can muster to throw it across the room. All of the resentment I had built up comes out in that movement, and I feel a euphoric rush of adrenaline and relief when I finally let myself release it.
The Blu-ray box hits the wall, dropping down to the floor seemingly unscathed.
It speaks. I cannot tell where its voice comes from – it simply lingers in the air with omnipotence.
It screams a demand at me.
“FUNIMATION: YOU SHOULD BE WATCHING”
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