//Chuuya held Dazai in his arms, his conscience returning as he realised what had been done. He stared, letting out a scream at what his own hands did.//

He never expected those dull, meaningless threats of his own to actually ever happen to hold any use. But here he was, holding the gun he shot Dazai with. He killed him. It chanted in his head as hot tears rolled down his face.