A painfully honest wartime autobiography about the isolation and delusion of an orphaned teenage boy who witnesses the gruesome details of firebombing and poverty, and is forced to assume guardianship responsibility beyond his prideful understanding of the world. One drawn in an intensely beautiful and lyrical animation style that nonetheless refuses to give its child protagonist(s) any sort of fantasy to escape into or to help provide a cathartic metaphor for them to comprehend or accept their situation, instead simply documenting the events that led to the horrible starvation/malnutrition death of his sister with a tragic, slow-dawning realization of survivors guilt that hangs over the film like a ghost. The music maybe leans a tad on the overdetermined side when it comes to getting the tearjerker response it's hoping to generate, but look I'm not made of stone.