The sun began to set, the rain stopped, and I was overcome with guilt over the death of Sakuya's mother and imouto.
Karin suddenly took me in her car, without me knowing where she was taking me. This car drove so fast, it even crossed the highway. No one spoke in this silence. I kept my head down, while Karin continued to focus on driving her car.
The image of the human face that I saw being killed by that creature, continues to haunt me, forcing me to keep remembering it and endure this sadness.
My responsibility is so great as a Huoltaja, so heavy to bear this. I'm tired, tired of not being able to do and help anything. I want to be useful, useful to anyone. But all that, it turns out I can't do it, I'm just a human being saved by my parents.
