Still can't help but think that my world's ending. I'm sworn to secrecy, but it's really starting to be hard to keep it quiet.

It's been everything to us. It's our family identity. I knew that one day it was going to end. But it still comes as a thundering shock. This ruins everything I've relied upon, everything I know.

And now Father wants me to help him out? I don't want to. Can't he understand this is destroying me?