Today,
I wanted to discuss an episode that I witnessed for the first time yesterday.
And, of course, in the beginning, it seemed so straightforward. A work of art
won’t ravage your insides right away, at least normally. The episode I am
referring to, Episode 13 of Re:Zero, has been the subject of fervent discussion.
(Of course, that means that spoilers are to be expected, not that people
unfamiliar with the show will understand.) There have been fervent discussions
on this episode of course; see
blackdragonhunt’s analysis for an informal yet academic perspective.
In
case, this isn’t obvious, my intent is different. For, this episode was a
legendary occurrence for me -- a work of art capable, in only 25 minutes, of
breaking my fragile shell of apathy. This episode follows the royal selection
process, which includes Emilia as a candidate. In the eyes of the council,
Emilia is half-elf, the same as being half-devil, and so she faces discrimination.
Earlier in the series, Subaru mistakes Emilia for the Witch, a tremendously
feared being, drawing Emilia’s ire. But certainly here the councilmen, the
nobility, the knights, and the royal candidates all have come to an unconscious
decision to hold it against Emilia.
Subaru,
trying to stand up for Emilia-tan (EMT) during the royal ceremony, managed to
disrupt EMT’s very precarious chances. Beyond harming the reputation of EMT,
Subaru finds himself becoming farther away from her, despite his proclaimed
love. She tells him to stop, but he continues, for he is frantic to serve his
purpose to her – frantic to be important to someone special to him. But, at
some point, he flies into a frenzy, seeking to fight the council and everyone
else on behalf of EMT. And still, she pleads him to stop, but he forges ahead. Subaru
messes up not once, twice, or even three times – he, by insulting the
institution of knighthood, finds himself fighting Julius, the knight of
Anastasia the purple-haired royal candidate, with wooden swords. A bloodied pulp soundly defeated, Subaru
collapses as the screen turns to black, and Emilia screams his name.
Even
though Subaru is fictional, I understand his pain as something of my own. His actions
for EMT are because she is special to him, simple as that – even though they
resonated with his defeat. The last time I truly experienced this devastation
from a show was Clannad After Story, when that
happened, momentarily shattering any perception that the world is a comfortable
or warm place. Instead of being slightly productive, I spent half an hour
sobbing, with my fists clenched, and feeling rotten. And by me were anatomy
notes, for my test the next day. But the effects lingered on – by the next day
and onwards, I had returned to a deep depression. Somehow, I had managed to get
full marks on that test, but it didn’t put a dent in my sadness. This episode
of Re:Zero was more or less the same for me, because I understood the pain
deeply.
His
difficulties, however, rise to their highest as the episode draws to a final
scene. Disoriented, Subaru wakes up to find Emilia sitting by his bedside, and
to learn he hasn’t died. Emilia, after the events of the ceremony, has many
questions and concerns. Subaru dashes this discussion with his talk about doing
everything for her sake. His eyes
narrow, and he stammers in surprise, when she announces her decision to leave
him in the capital. Through the course of this conversation, Emilia is forced
from a soft, strict tone to enflamed anger – from her throwing her cloak at him,
to her standing up -- to tell Subaru that she doesn’t need his special
treatment.
After
this episode, Subaru is the hero destroyed by his hubris, and nobody can
rightly claim he did not deserve his downfall. Emilia screams, “I told you, I
don’t understand!”, trying to get Subaru to understand. It’s a one sided
argument, with Subaru losing badly. But the show highlights his paralysis -- the purple hands that foretell doom
appear, and he is forced to give up on his explanation. This exchange is so
powerful yet painful because both parties are helpless, even as one person
shares a larger portion of the blame. One can’t help but cringe when Subaru
lists off his accomplishments in protecting Emilia – as a viewer, we know of those
debts, but it shows Subaru backed into a corner.
Heading
for the door, Emilia’s last words are “I thought maybe you…That only you wouldn’t
give me special treatment.” But Subaru admits that he can’t. These are words of
defeat. Subaru is now the fallen hero, the one who failed to save anyone, but
was most abrasively destroyed by himself. Who would feel for Subaru? Emilia is
in the right, no matter how painful the situation is for both of them – and there
is no way for that friendship to continue. Again, who would feel for Subaru?
Emilia is the one most visibly harmed. So, one last time, who would feel for
Subaru, except to release an iota of pity?
Then,
allow me to, in my hubris, share that pity – I have been in a similar
situation. It would be satisfying, in a sadistic way, to say Subaru was
horrendously in the wrong. But, in a way, I was Subaru in that last scene too,
trying desperately to cling onto something special. That’s where the immeasurable
sorrow comes from. Subaru, in the last seconds of the episode, pulls Emilia’s
cloak towards him, as he sniffles – that was me, hating the world instead of
studying.
The crux of the matter is the lack of mutual understanding in the relationship
between Emilia and Subaru, not simply bad behavior. It was something intrinsic,
something moral that caused the divergence; a complete disagreement.
As
for how I understand this…my first year of college, I had a friend, someone who
I wasn’t fond of at first – but after working together on a project, we grew
closer, and she ended up as one of my few close, by my standards, IRL friends.
Our relationship strengthened over time, until something happened to me. My
legs grew resilient to my command and became numb – as I struggled to figure
out what was going on, I found myself despairing while forcing my way through
school. Similar to the purple hands that guide Subaru to death, and bar him
from speaking, my legs seemed to lead me astray – for both of us, our
respective omens represented and reinforced trauma. My reliance on my friend
seemed to expand exponentially, emotionally and academically—but in my state,
my metaphorical weakness had grown greatly, and our friendship declined. Four
classes together, but hardly anything outside of school, and I had started
struggling to remain focused. Like Subaru did with Emilia-tan, I began
showering my friend with excessive attention and affection, suspecting that it
may be wrong but never fully realizing it.
And, the implicit “Stop” was stated, but never quite grasped. But one day, the
apparent point of no return was hit, and I never realized I had showered her
with the special treatment I had never meant to. As someone who prides himself
on being cognizant of social justice, this situation felt unfair, downright
cruel – at this point, I understood not to put someone on a pedestal, but that
does not stop it from happening. My
friend and I argued, much like Subaru and Emilia did, over who was right, and
what was wrong. But our words ended up being talking at each other, rather than
a meaningful discussion.
Most
importantly, self-reliance was the central topic – both of us had worried our
relationship had become too entangled, which became difficult for the
friendship and for school. Emilia shouting “I don’t understand!” describes how
these conversations always flowed. My friend refused to be around me more than
she had to, which made the self-reliance issue murkier.
But
the pain I was in at the time clouded my judgment further – I became convinced
I was worthless, but wanted to be special to her. Well, not just to her, but
still to her. But these thoughts led to a delusion that my friend had some need
for me, at the very least for school – yet, there’s always friends to help,
friends other than me. Similarly, Subaru saw himself as Emilia’s best knight,
but she had people like Roswaal-sama, Rem, and Ram. You see yourself as the
hero, but that just blinds you to the reality that this world – and other
worlds – are based on teamwork. And in your delusion, you don’t see that you
fall out of that pattern, and get stuck. So I got stuck on that view of my
friend, and that led to us drifting apart.
Maybe
this is just silly projecting, but Subaru’s struggle resonated in me as I
watched this friendship, this very special friendship, of mine begin to fade
into nothing. But both cruelties – that of Emilia, and that of my friend – are performed
to shatter the illusion, and are done with compassion, even if they are
painful. Breaking off a friendship is far different from rebuking a stranger,
but it be utterly devastating in the moment. And like Subaru, I was acting in
the moment and thinking of my pain – physical and emotional – rather than the
other person clearly.
But
then, the person is gone, and healing requires moving on. That is true for
Subaru, and that was true for me. However, there’s a snag: forgetting means
ignoring what was special. I for my friend and Subaru for Emilia, his friend,
sought to act on feelings of “special,” even if that amounts to special
treatment. And the presence of a physical memento can be constraining – Subaru holds
Emilia’s cloak, and I still have a book loaned to me by my friend. So, move
forward with the pain, knowing that the trauma will likely never fade, and
incorporate it into a new future. Like the me sobbing instead of studying, and
like Subaru sniffling after Emilia leaves, the only path is forward.
Rather than mere pity, I feel the utmost empathy for Subaru, having been there –
being there. Even if you are likely in the wrong, and that your pain does not
make up for the terrible situation, you will be stuck with a decaying
relationship. I could pretend to hold answers, but I know nothing, scarcely
more than what I did a few years ago. Except, and this holds for both of us,
that that precious person should live on in memories, even if the physical separation
becomes painful. Otherwise, claiming them as special, and losing them because
of special treatment, might become obsolete.
Watching
this episode was equivalent to being submerged in a pot of sadness, fear, and
anger, slow cooked into something that sinks to the bottom of one’s stomach. But
there is a sliver of hope, that beyond the pain, emotionally and physically,
something valuable rests. After weathering the suffering myself, I was eventually
able to grab hold of an ideal of growing, even with the painful separation. In
the following episodes, may Subaru find the thread that he can pull himself on
towards a brighter future.
