Dazai and Chuuya stood side by side. All of their friends, even people they considered remotely close to family had been killed - bodies scattered in front of them.

Chuuya was prepared to fight and survive, but Dazai knew they wouldn't. They'd die, and in his eyes - it was inevitable.

"Choose your last breath."

"This is the last time..?" Chuuya turned his gaze to Dazai.

Dazai nodded, traces of a faint smile on his lips. He glanced at Chuuya. "You and I, we were born to die."