[Dazai isn't the only one laughing. It lacks mirth and joy. Instead, it fringes upon madness and frustration. Dazai wants him to be a monster. It's easy and violentー everything a certain bastard projects that he needs. But they know that's not true. If it were, why are Chuuya's hands back in his pockets?
There's only a sweeping kick into Dazai's side that follows. A choice. His choice!]
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There's only a sweeping kick into Dazai's side that follows. A choice. His choice!]