“You wanted him dead, didn’t you?”

Nikolai could barely hear Dazai’s words in his own ears. Fyodor was dead. The man Nikolai wanted to be free from was dead yet Nikolai couldn’t help but feel even more trapped. This wasn’t the freedom he yearned for.

“Yes, I certainly did. Actually….no I didn’t…..”

Nikolai murmurs as he holds onto Fyodors arm. His intimate friends and the only person he ever felt pure enjoyment with was gone. Nikolai didn’t know what to do…his heart hurt….