What makes you think any of this was ever gonna be easy when you're behind it all to begin with?
[There's another question posed thereーwhy do you feel responsible for the actions of the other you, idiot? Through all the anger that thought continues to stoke, he pushes the blade a little too hard in the moment. The entire thing reeks of selfishness and one-sided desires.
If Dazai doesn't lean back, there's a promise of blood and a need for new bandages to follow. He won't be the least bit sorry for it. He feels he's letting him off too easily for even pulling this stunt, no matter if he thinks he'd never regress. Maybe that's why he grips the front of his shirtー so his ability can't be an option. So he won't do something he'll later regret by playing further into his hands. He probably already is, knowing this asshole.]
Yeah, I think you would, Dazai. [Angry singsong is met with the hallow notes of his own name in return.] There's more to it than you're lettin' on. Always is the case with you. I just haven't figured it out yet, that and...
[His eyes narrow, sharp with ever-growing suspicion.]
Don't tell me you need me to spell it out for you that badly.
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[There's another question posed thereーwhy do you feel responsible for the actions of the other you, idiot? Through all the anger that thought continues to stoke, he pushes the blade a little too hard in the moment. The entire thing reeks of selfishness and one-sided desires.
If Dazai doesn't lean back, there's a promise of blood and a need for new bandages to follow. He won't be the least bit sorry for it. He feels he's letting him off too easily for even pulling this stunt, no matter if he thinks he'd never regress. Maybe that's why he grips the front of his shirtー so his ability can't be an option. So he won't do something he'll later regret by playing further into his hands. He probably already is, knowing this asshole.]
Yeah, I think you would, Dazai. [Angry singsong is met with the hallow notes of his own name in return.] There's more to it than you're lettin' on. Always is the case with you. I just haven't figured it out yet, that and...
[His eyes narrow, sharp with ever-growing suspicion.]
Don't tell me you need me to spell it out for you that badly.