I have the feeling that something has always been there…Like whether the thread that stretches itself from my hand’s palm is connected to a ‘somebody’ somewhere far away…That’s how it feels…But even if I follow that thread…There is nothing beyond it…The memories, the time, the shape that connects me with this person…I wonder where the pieces are…

And now, I can’t leave this mountain of corpses any more.

Sorry.

Worry? Fear? Sadness? If I spoke up about these things, your heart would probably break like a popped balloon. So, I don’t say anything. Right now, your heart is actually close to breaking. Ne, Yoite? Actually, I want to tell you…Since you don’t want to die, why haven’t you thought about how to live on?