“Do you know what it feels like, to breathe charred flesh for days while looking for water you can drink without feeling the metallic taste of blood? The screaming doesn’t bother you, because you’re deaf from the blast. And when you look at the sky, you only see a white dot on the pitch black sky to let you know it’s noon? And this on sunny days, when you’re not getting burned by the rain.”
“Aren’t you a little too young for that kind of experience, Mr. Matsuoka? That speech is very unbecoming of you.”
“You misunderstood me, Smith. I’m talking about your future.”
-Harman Smith and Kenjiro Matsuoka, at Toru Fukushima’s funeral.
