My attempt at a jp > cn > eng translation of Torso’s journal in the :re vol 4 extras, kind of practice for me, please read with a grain of salt.

*Warning for mistakes & nuances lost in translation*, it’s probably best to wait for a jp to eng version for best accuracy… ;\ I’m pretty sure certain things are erroneously translated or not expressed properly here so read w/ caution.

Please let me know if there are big mistakes OTL

The chinese fan translation is here.

How long has it been,

since splitting up with my previous lover?

A lonely pillow is difficult to sleep on.

If I’m not embraced by that kind of smooth flesh, it feels as though my mind will become very strange.



For me, there is no way whatsoever to understand the hearts of humans.

Why they are happy, angry, sad, I cannot imagine.

How must I act so that they do not leave me, I fail to grasp.

Since souls cannot be seen, at any rate,

speaking to people besides myself, I think of them as automated dolls, crammed with meat.

Is it because I’m a ghoul, or is it that I’m also abnormal among ghouls.

I’m unable to acknowledge consciousnesses besides my own.

In psychology this seems to be called “philosophical zombie.”

Zombies, walking corpses.

What I pursue, might just be a zombie.

Simply staying here blankly, not going anywhere,

quietly listening to me talk, gentle zombie. Lover.



Because I cannot comprehend mood, and have no way to convey mood,

so before I talk,

I want to let her quietly be there, hearing me speak.

My lovers up until now,

although they haven’t gone (can’t go) anywhere,

but, they surely would not accept me.

Insults, pleading, sounds of shrieks let out from the head.

A gaze of contempt at me.

Just thinking back upon these makes one feel weary.

At the end, I destroy the face.

Then I use only the shadow of their remaining carcass to let myself obtain comfort.

That pair of eyes, that delicate nose,

that mouth, the tip of that brow, that smooth and round forehead,

If she were to accept me, what kind of salvation would I get.

At the moment, since the very beginning I haven’t needed faces.

Because I know I would not be accepted by people.

I cannot trust in people who have arms and legs.

But, now……, I believe there’s a “maybe.”

Even if it’s the me who deals with defects anyway,

I too can genuinely love a person.

Tooru.

I became arid and hot like so, this is a feeling not felt for a long time,

Not only for a long time, perhaps it’s a sight that has never been.

She as a ghoul investigator, has concealed many things.

Firstly is her own identity as a female,

the eyelashes upon her pair of watery, large eyes, the countless scars upon her bronze colored flesh, and more.

……She and I have a kind of feeling of wonderful connection as one whole.



She and I must be the same.

There is no reason, but I know.

The truth must be that way.

The truth has no reason. It doesn’t need reason.

If she and I could talk with each other well it would surely be conveyed to her.

Because I’ve masturbated, thinking of you, countless times.

I want to touch you. Your already split open, worn thin places.

Only in the scarred parts, will be closer than 1mm.