June 15th, 2066

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Trent killed a fish, today.

Something about it seemed... wrong. I know we're rationing our food and there's an abundance of animals all around for us to kill, but... It seemed wrong.

He caught the fish in a net and I watched gasp and writhe as he pulled it out of the sea. I'm not sure what kind it was, but it was quite large. This creature--one of many beautiful things that I've seen during this journey across the sea--stared at me with its wide eyes, as if seeking help. I didn't do anything, though. I didn't stop Trent from removing its head.

Trent assured me that fish have very short memories, so it wasn't like it had a life goal it wanted to achieve. He also said that none of the other fish would remember it, anyway, so it didn't really matter.

I didn't eat any of it.

[Editor's Note: There was more to this entry, but the page has been ripped in half.]

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