His affection is what you craved — praise, a sense of belonging... and yet, upon receiving it, you felt nothing but an intense feeling of repugnance.

Why? You wondered. Why did you want to hear the words so badly? What was this disgusting sense of fulfillment, this warmth, and the pain in your heart? Why did it feel like you needed Dazai's approval in order to be able to live with yourself?

You're a fool.

It was always like this. Your desire for affection was never born from a genuine wish for someone to love you — you simply wanted a place where you belonged.

But, in a sense, you already had one: the Port Mafia.

Your home was the darkness of the night, the gunpowder smoke, and the smell of blood. It was a life of sin, an existence of constant bloodshed and murder. You were an assassin, a cold-blooded killer. And that was all you would ever be.