Misato Katsuragi, Part 1
CASE 1 MISATO: Where am I? SHINJI: This is the 'me' that exists in your mind, Misato. MISATO: And yet at the same time, this is also the 'me' which exists in your mind, isn't it Shinji? SHINJI: In order to establish my identity, I have to communicate with the minds of many people. I have to examine that which is at my core. I have to stare at Misato, who resides on the inside of my mind. What is it that you wish for, Misato? // This opening quietly establishes one of Instrumentality's most important ideas: there is no singular, objective "self." Misato exists as she understands herself, as Shinji understands her, and as countless other versions carried in other people's minds. Before the characters can confront each other, they're forced to confront the versions of themselves that have always existed through someone else's perception. The boundaries between observer and observed disappear, leaving only self-awareness stripped of all defenses. Do you want to be good? Y.MISATO: I have to be a good child. Why? Y.MISATO: Because I have no Daddy; because I have to be good and not bother my Mommy. But I don't want to become like my mom; when my father's not here, she always cries. I can't cry, I can't depend on anyone else. So I have to be good! That way, maybe my father won't hate me so much. I hope. Maybe my father won't hate me if I be good. MISATO: But I hated my father... and I hated being a good child. I hated it... I'm tired of it, I'm tired of wiping myself clean. I'm tired of pretending to be pure and noble. I'm so tired of it all! I want to disgrace myself, to get so dirty that no one can stand it! I want to see my life and my reputation ruined! // Misato's childhood reveals the contradiction that defines almost every relationship she has. She equates love with being "good," believing affection has to be earned through obedience and emotional self-denial. Yet that very expectation becomes something she grows to resent. She longs for her father's approval while simultaneously hating him for the neglect that made her seek it in the first place. The result is an impossible cycle: craving the validation of the person who taught her she wasn't worthy of unconditional love.














