So Dazai is telling the truth, I was here before and you do know me. [ because the him before and the him now are still the same (and also not, they're so far apart, minutes and moments forgotten causing fyodor, this one, to be: sharper, colder, bitter but also beneath: vulnerable in an entirely different way than he'd been before.

what he knows is that chuuya would not let him do this unless he'd also had the certainty that fyodor would not do anything harmful.

the skin is warm, damp--he seldom touches anything living, his fingers skate upward, settling beneath chuuya's chin as he tilts his face to examine the marks. observing them close up is far more satisfying than on surveillance photos. ] People always find unnerving what they don't understand. They wouldn't recognise something divine even if it turned water into wine for them. [ he seems offended on chuuya's behalf. ]