SEVEN // 柒
"I'm sorry." That's all I can think to say to some of these people whose friends or family members have gone home or been infected and are becoming monsters. Anything else seems like a lie, coming from me. How can I pretend to know how to deal with others' grief when I couldn't even contain my own?
The worst thing of all is that I can't directly help any of these people; neither the ones who are turning into monsters, nor the ones who need to be protected from them, nor the ones who are missing their loved ones. I'm doing as much as I can and that's important, too, but I still feel as though it's not enough.
I knew that this would not be easy; I think that this sense of helplessness and fear that I'm experiencing is only normal. Knowing that doesn't help much, however.
I'm sorry.
While I'm thinking about it, is there anything else that needs fixing? As a result of being attacked by a monster recently, I mean - let's not get ahead of ourselves. One thing at a time.
Relatedly, I thought that it might be a good idea if those of us who are physically able but not competent enough as fighters to be bodyguards were to get together and fix what's been broken by this recent whatever-you-want-to-call-it. I don't know how many others there are who aren't already busy, but there are enough people here that all of the progress made over the years should not need to be lost. Who's interested?