"Hello, Father."

Even through a photograph, his black eyes judged Hisao.

"It's… been a while." Hisao forced himself to maintain eye contact. "Japan is different now." Hisao laughed, a strange mi You wouldn't even recognize it. Even I find it hard to keep up. Every day I discover another odd new machine, another miracle of science." Hisao opened his mouth, closed it, and spoke again, as if words were shuffling inside him.

"Everything's wrong, Father." Hisao sighed. Did Father feel as old as he did at this age? Or was he just like him, a decrepit man refusing to lessen his stubborn grip on the past? "Japan… Her people have committed a great evil. I can only pray that we can be forgiven."

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