Ugh, right? Maybe if the three of us work together, maybe we can drown me for real!

(chuuya's heard all this before - how absurd it is that dazai can so easily take any lives other than his own. how unfair! how ironic!

how fucked up.

his half-bandaged hands support his chin as he looks straight ahead into the waves.)

I've met Gogol. We need to figure out who else is here.