[Fukawa lifts her black skirt a few inches and there... there are a number of scars, organized like... they were taking numbers.]
These are all the people I've killed. People I can't remember talking to. People who's last moments I don't remember. If they cried for help, if they pleaded... I can't tell you. Because I don't know. There's a hole in my memory that belongs to someone else.
[She lowers it again, hands clutched in her lap.]
But it happened at my hands. I'm still responsible for that.
[...]
She's not me... but she's a part of me. We're... the same.
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[Fukawa lifts her black skirt a few inches and there... there are a number of scars, organized like... they were taking numbers.]
These are all the people I've killed. People I can't remember talking to. People who's last moments I don't remember. If they cried for help, if they pleaded... I can't tell you. Because I don't know. There's a hole in my memory that belongs to someone else.
[She lowers it again, hands clutched in her lap.]
But it happened at my hands. I'm still responsible for that.
[...]
She's not me... but she's a part of me. We're... the same.