(long fingers roam through her knuckles, up, down, up again, and back, up, down, up, down again. what could dazai had done differently? shot ango earlier? taken over the port mafia? held odasaku until there was no way he could have gone? -- absolutely not. having the possibility of odasaku renounce him would be just as earth-shattering than hearing what he told dazai as his last breath drawn.)
... I couldn't have done anything, Koto-chan. I wouldn't even change it if I had the power to. He lost his will, after all, broke his promise, and lost the children he sworn to protect, in front of his eyes. Then, what could I even have done?
... Then I rigged Chuuya's car to explode, as a means to prove he had nothing to do with it, and I went to Yakultia with Fyodor for two years, to lay low.
[So he'd thought about it before. How many times had he dwelled on this particular, unchangeable fact of life?
She lets him play with her fingers however he likes without resistance, just nodding and listening to him speak. There's a part of her that's distantly horrified at the idea of him trying to blow up Chuuya's car, but a larger part of her that is more exasperated than not. Typical Dazai.]
Simple. People would think he'd be in, but I made him rather vocal, very pissed, and made it very known, because Chuuya's voice knows no decibels. He was clear from suspicion after that.
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... I couldn't have done anything, Koto-chan. I wouldn't even change it if I had the power to. He lost his will, after all, broke his promise, and lost the children he sworn to protect, in front of his eyes. Then, what could I even have done?
... Then I rigged Chuuya's car to explode, as a means to prove he had nothing to do with it, and I went to Yakultia with Fyodor for two years, to lay low.
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She lets him play with her fingers however he likes without resistance, just nodding and listening to him speak. There's a part of her that's distantly horrified at the idea of him trying to blow up Chuuya's car, but a larger part of her that is more exasperated than not. Typical Dazai.]
How did that prove anything?
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[In his own Dazai way, maybe, but it's hard not to think that after it all.
She turns her hand over and takes his in both of hers, playing with his fingers this time like he'd been doing with her own.]
And that's how you got so close to Fyodor-san.