If I'd been armed, they would have shot me on sight.
[Dazai wasn't exactly bullet-proof, unlike some. Besides, fighting power would never be his special talent. He'd rather save what physical strength he had for when it was truly necessary.
Still, there was some point to Chuuya's criticism - a very, very small point, of course, but that suited Double Black (Small). Back in the day, Dazai would have involved his underlings, or even let them handle the entire operation; for all his faults, he'd been focused on results, whenever he'd bothered doing something. He could claim that the reason he didn't arrange for backup now was that the Agency was too small a crew to put any of them at risk, but he'd be lying. Was it just tempting fate, in a way? But, if he really wanted to die, wouldn't he have killed himself a long time ago? Hadn't he made good on his promise to Odasaku enough by now?
He knew the answers, but they weren't what he wanted to hear, nor did knowing them change the facts even in the slightest. Given that, what point was there in knowing?
His eyes still as good as closed, he decided to change the subject.]
This is purely hypothetical, but what would it take for you to get me a drink?
[His hand, meanwhile, was absolutely sneaking in the direction of that back pocket, though he wasn't making a move just yet. It would be easier to lift them if and when Chuuya moved, anyway.]
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[Dazai wasn't exactly bullet-proof, unlike some. Besides, fighting power would never be his special talent. He'd rather save what physical strength he had for when it was truly necessary.
Still, there was some point to Chuuya's criticism - a very, very small point, of course, but that suited Double Black (Small). Back in the day, Dazai would have involved his underlings, or even let them handle the entire operation; for all his faults, he'd been focused on results, whenever he'd bothered doing something. He could claim that the reason he didn't arrange for backup now was that the Agency was too small a crew to put any of them at risk, but he'd be lying. Was it just tempting fate, in a way? But, if he really wanted to die, wouldn't he have killed himself a long time ago? Hadn't he made good on his promise to Odasaku enough by now?
He knew the answers, but they weren't what he wanted to hear, nor did knowing them change the facts even in the slightest. Given that, what point was there in knowing?
His eyes still as good as closed, he decided to change the subject.]
This is purely hypothetical, but what would it take for you to get me a drink?
[His hand, meanwhile, was absolutely sneaking in the direction of that back pocket, though he wasn't making a move just yet. It would be easier to lift them if and when Chuuya moved, anyway.]