tiptoeing the thin line of sanity.
[ Fuminori seems bored, so he'll ask a question or two for anyone who cares. (He certainly doesn't. Boredom can push a man to do pretty much anything.) He's looking healthier, at least. Since he can eat normal food again. Deep inside he's beginning to wonder if he's just woken up from a... very long dream. Or he's dead. Whatever makes him feel less miserable. ]
Why do you continue living?
What prevents each of you... from giving up?
Why do you continue living?
What prevents each of you... from giving up?