Bisu

Wounds suffered from interactions with people can only be healed by interacting with people.

Yet they’d gone on living, despite having their loved ones and their homelands stolen from them and even their human dignity trampled in the dirt. I couldn’t possibly begin to imagine how much pain and suffering they must have experienced. Even so, they’d resisted. I couldn’t help but feel awe and respect for the people who’d continued to fight, unwavering, against such unbelievable might.

I’d felt intimidated by the scale of the objective that I had to accomplish. This late in the game, the craggy terrain of the path I walked had started to snag at my feet. I hadn’t tried to foist my burden onto somebody else, I hoped. But at some point, I had probably presumed on the help of others.

some horrors and evils were only known to city dwellers, and no amount of talking could bridge that gap

“When you’ve chosen your path, you don’t pin the blame on others,” Michael said. “You accept what happens, even if it doesn’t go well, or if your efforts are in vain. I’ve finally decided that I want to be like that.”

I’ve decided to tackle things head-on, no matter who rejects me or despises me for it. I’m weak, so I was sure that I’d waver, but I’ve made up my mind—I will not give up.

A few days’ worth of memories had completely changed my being. I didn’t know whether that change was a good one, but I could no longer return to the time when I had been unaware.