[ he realises his mistake far too late, eyes going wide and red, brightly lit by dazai's own ability. it is like being dunked back underwater, the sensation of utter nullification of his haunting crime and punishment; there is something so unceremonious about crime and punishment. it isn't a flashy ability like corruption, or atsushi's tiger. it is not something that requires an object like kunikida's notebook nor does its control rely on the goodwill of someone else: fukuzawa's own ability helping kyouka to control demon snow. there is something about crime and punishment that is boring in its absolute absolution and inescapability.

fyodor's expression twists, an animal that has just been snared and stripped of its last protection. he swears nothing at this moment because the mistake had been his, he'd touched first, and now he's trying to not touch. ]

Are you pleased with yourself right now, Zaia? Does Crime and Punishment feel like anything to you? Or are you devoid of feeling entirely?