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[Log 001: /in Japanese.../]
The days here pass as if time has stood still. My recovery has been making progress, and I have learned much of this facility. The drugs my doctor referred to in his interview with me were dispensed some time ago and I have taken them dutifully, despite warnings. The effects have indeed been... disturbing. I do not wish to live the horrors of this war again, let alone events through the eyes of another person. I am unsure of how the drug has affected my main recovery, however. They are potent and cause not only sleep but hallucinatory effects - exacerbated perhaps by my lack of sleep and the memories I keep.
The wounds heal slowly; much slower than I am accustomed to, but this new weapon is also foreign and unnatural. I change my bandages less often during the day now, but the burns still weep and the pain still reminds me of the mistakes I have made during the last five years.
This facility is more than just a sanctuary or a prison. We are being watched closely by many eyes, and despite talking to my old acquaintances, I am worried about them and about the future of all of us. Life seems to go on as usual, yet there is a melancholic mood that strikes even the most cheerful of characters. The fact remains, it is likely that I will not be forgiven.
The days here pass as if time has stood still. My recovery has been making progress, and I have learned much of this facility. The drugs my doctor referred to in his interview with me were dispensed some time ago and I have taken them dutifully, despite warnings. The effects have indeed been... disturbing. I do not wish to live the horrors of this war again, let alone events through the eyes of another person. I am unsure of how the drug has affected my main recovery, however. They are potent and cause not only sleep but hallucinatory effects - exacerbated perhaps by my lack of sleep and the memories I keep.
The wounds heal slowly; much slower than I am accustomed to, but this new weapon is also foreign and unnatural. I change my bandages less often during the day now, but the burns still weep and the pain still reminds me of the mistakes I have made during the last five years.
This facility is more than just a sanctuary or a prison. We are being watched closely by many eyes, and despite talking to my old acquaintances, I am worried about them and about the future of all of us. Life seems to go on as usual, yet there is a melancholic mood that strikes even the most cheerful of characters. The fact remains, it is likely that I will not be forgiven.