Dazai and Chuuya stood there, trying to figure out how to wake Sigma, Chuuya even going so far as to make Sigma float then fall to the floor a good fifteen times. After a few more minutes, Dazai was rolling around the floor as he thought, worried and thinking, mostly not believing now that Fyodor was dead and that it was “too easy” to defeat him.

Chuuya barked at Dazai to tell him to stop rolling around because it’s annoying to look at, but sadly for Chuuya, Dazai continued as he thought.

Eventually Dazai processed a few different things, getting up quickly despite his pain in his broken leg despite it being splinted and rushing down the halls of the prison to go back to the helicopter wreckage where Fyodor’s supposed death was. Chuuya called out for him before rushing after him.

Now, Dazai was pulling Fyodor’s corpse out the helicopter wreckage to look over him, after getting him out, Chuuya crouching down a bit away and made a comment on the Russian being dead, before Dazai didn’t believe it, turning fyodor over and looking at the corpse.

“Then who the hell is this?” Dazai spoke, a worried look on his face, despite the fact the person looked like Fyodor, Dazai didn’t seem to believe it. Which was clearly worrying..