[Is it falling back to darkness, or simply returning to where he came from? The shadows are as much of his home as it is for Chuuya’s. Is this not just the prodigal son, coming home, as prophesized this entire entire time? As if! He would never return to the Port Mafia, not in the way Mori likes it, not when he has a promise to fulfill and when he has found that lazing about in the sunlight has been much more fulfilling. The darkness is just too familiar, too boring.

But he needs that familiarity, you see. Needs to spread that familiarity to a certain someone too, unless he’d be lost to them forever.

He lets that knife dance dangerously close to his flesh, knowing that Chuuya would never be nice enough to give Dazai the death that he so much wants and desires. He’s not that nice, after all. This is more performative than anything, an outlet for Chuuya’s anger towards his actions.]

Could you think of a better way to do it then, Chuuya? [He lets out his name in angry singsong.] To pull out someone from that darkness to quickly would get blinded by the light. Did you really think I would take on this detestable role if there was any better, easier solution for me to take? I’m not gonna use force to deal with Atsushi-kun, he doesn’t respond well to it.

[He’s not like Akutagawa.]