I worry about what I'm going to wake up every day in this shithole. Am I going to find a body? Or just remember finding one? And which one is going to feel worse?

[The sigh he lets out is a heavy one, and with it his whole body seems to slump. The lines in his face deepen and the shadows beneath his eyes seem all the fuller. For once, the man finally seems to look his age.

And then it's gone. He straightens back up, offering Fukawa a gentle smile. Nothing in his posture might have indicated the heavy weight he seemed to bare just seconds before.]

That just means I have to try harder. I can't stop the memories, but maybe I can keep the bodies from piling up. I'll keep you and everyone else safe.