I closed the diary with a bang.
It's painful to read. I don't want to read it anymore. Did I really have no choice but to read this? Why did I read such a thing?
"Ueh..."
I feel sick. I'm sure this is just a story that the old man came up with in his delusions. I don't want to think that this kind of future is possible.
"..."
But I have to read it. Knowledge will surely be power.
So I look at the diary... But I don't have the courage to open it. I feel sick. I wonder what other suffering is written in that diary. When I think about it, I start to feel nauseous.
"I'll take a little break...