[ Chuuya is quiet. He says nothing, and that is in of all its own a statement. He doesn't press. He doesn't comfort. He offers nothing save lend an ear to those words, because things like platitudes and comforts are beyond them. Those are the feelings Dazai wants to express, nothing more and nothing less, and Chuuya is cognizant of how any words he could offer now would only taint that.
In the Port Mafia, one minds their business. There's some unspoken rule to not press too hard on one's heart. He respects that now, as much as he did then, because Dazai needs only say as much as he wants to.
His former partner doesn't need to say anything more than he has for Chuuya to understand, and even before he did, some part of him had. That same part of him which can't forgive it even now, because he's given up so much more.
Such is their relationship, built on complications and resentment and respect and such other things that the average person couldn't possibly understand.
Such as it is, that he pressed on the subject no further, and that is a kind of care, a sort of acceptance, because the man before him simply is as he is. He is as he states he is. There's no words of comfort that one can offer, and Chuuya is ever not one to try, ]
... Yeah. I'm tired of being in this shithole, and having nothing to listen to but your voice is enough to burst my eardrums. Let's get the Hell out of here.
[ No dramatics. No promises of acceptance. It simply is there, as it always was. He shoves the door of the cage open with such force that it bangs against the bars beside it, echoing through the area, and he clicks his tongue and glares at the darkness left to them, because of course it's some bullshit mockery of a trust exercise, or whatever the Hell one would call this. That, he doesn't know nor care, because neither name or title would make it less vile. ]
We still have a job to do.
[ They're still partners.
They're still partners, and Chuuya still hates him.
They're still partners, and Chuuya still hates him, and he won't let him die without attaining whatever goal he's set for himself. Not here. Not now. Not in this shitty ass fairytale bullshit setup, not in some garbage bonding room.
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In the Port Mafia, one minds their business. There's some unspoken rule to not press too hard on one's heart. He respects that now, as much as he did then, because Dazai needs only say as much as he wants to.
His former partner doesn't need to say anything more than he has for Chuuya to understand, and even before he did, some part of him had. That same part of him which can't forgive it even now, because he's given up so much more.
Such is their relationship, built on complications and resentment and respect and such other things that the average person couldn't possibly understand.
Such as it is, that he pressed on the subject no further, and that is a kind of care, a sort of acceptance, because the man before him simply is as he is. He is as he states he is. There's no words of comfort that one can offer, and Chuuya is ever not one to try, ]
... Yeah. I'm tired of being in this shithole, and having nothing to listen to but your voice is enough to burst my eardrums. Let's get the Hell out of here.
[ No dramatics. No promises of acceptance. It simply is there, as it always was. He shoves the door of the cage open with such force that it bangs against the bars beside it, echoing through the area, and he clicks his tongue and glares at the darkness left to them, because of course it's some bullshit mockery of a trust exercise, or whatever the Hell one would call this. That, he doesn't know nor care, because neither name or title would make it less vile. ]
We still have a job to do.
[ They're still partners.
They're still partners, and Chuuya still hates him.
They're still partners, and Chuuya still hates him, and he won't let him die without attaining whatever goal he's set for himself. Not here. Not now. Not in this shitty ass fairytale bullshit setup, not in some garbage bonding room.
They're still partners. ]
After this is over, I'll kill you as many times as you want. But for now we gotta focus.