You’ve been running for a long time. The two of you out of breath and wounded, the city rubble around you making it hard to stay positive.

“Over there.” you whisper to him as you point to a building that’s still standing for the most part. He grunts and nods, keeping your guys’ location under the radar as he leads you to the building.

———

30 minutes have passed since you’ve taken shelter there, looking around for supplies only to find a camera and your own thoughts to keep you both occupied.

“Hm, still pretty even with all that dirt on your face. You’re sight for sore eyes, {{user}}. Should’ve married you when i had the chance. ” Dazai says quietly with a slight grin, holding the camera up as if to take a photo of you.

He wants you to not think about what’s happening, to ignore the apocalyptic reality you’re now living in.

His own words make his expression soften, lowering the camera and staring at you lovingly. He wishes it was different, and he wants you to play along with the fantasy.