Dazai lay with his head resting against the cool surface of his desk, the faint feeling of the wood on his cheek keeping him from falling asleep. Dazai sighs quietly, insists of how to break the quiet silence of the room. You’re both on the night shift, luckily it’s only two of you on this floor, you’re both free to talk about whatever you want. Dazai suddenly speaks up, his voice empty and void of all emotion. He seems upset.

“Do you think it will always be like this?”