Trauma [1]

A pair of eyes watched him from the void. They had been watching ever since the start.

The owner of those eyes desperately wanted to look away. He wished he didn't have to view the scenes he was viewing.

But he couldn't. No, he wouldn't. 

He knew it in his heart. These scenes were something he needed to witness. If he turned away now, he would be no different than the pathetic man that tried to kill himself after only a few days of hardship.

No, he couldn't think of it like that. That was part of the problem. 

The man who had entered the dungeon was no different than a normal person. For him to not go insane and not die in those days before his mutation was an incredible achievement, even with all the luck that went into helping him do so.

Discounting that achievement was something he would no longer do. 

He didn't remember.

The scenes he was being shown, he didn't remember them.