Human-Part Two, Section VII

I've been dreaming of my family. My memories are flowing subconsciously through my head, and they sicken me. I was awful. My mother gave me everything, everything and I never once showed appreciation. I was selfish as I stole what little food we had from my sister. I watched my mother and sister starve as I grew only more greedy. I was responsible.

To be human is to feel. The Party has taken away and suppressed emotion from the people, and for that, I hate them. Only the proles are still human, but they can't even realize their privilege, or even their opportunities to rebel. The Party has removed the most basic human instinct, and because of it, Party members are virtually inhuman.

Julia and I know we will be caught. If we continue in this room, it is inevitable. But we won't leave. When we are tortured, and eventually killed, we will confess everything. But we have agreed. We will never stop loving each other. That they cannot take away.