“Kazue’s journals depict an absolutely sublime struggle, the struggle between an individual and the rest of the world. Kazue lost the battle, ended up completely alone, and died hungry for some measure of kindness from another person. Don’t you think it’s a sad story?” Shock flashed in Yurio’s face. “Was it the same for my mother?” “It was. Yes, you’re right. You were born of a woman just like that.” I lied.
