The steady flow of the water depicts a certain sense of tranquility till a soul is bound to disturb it. Rapid footsteps and shouts echo throughout, birds take flight as if to avoid inevitable peril. Splashes of water soon follow and ripples form beneath boots that move hastily. “No, no, no!” Dazai seems to plead out of desperation and reaches a hand out to grab hold of any article of clothing he can reach. “You will die if you go out there!” An endless chase that soon falls to a close when the person slows to a halt and faces him. A bit of hope sparks within him. “Reconsider this, your life is far too precious to throw it away for those that are no longer here!” He knows he’s cruel to say such but if he can just change fate, this one time, he won’t have to lose them again. No matter what it takes, he will go through this again and again even if it hurts. “Come home.” A simple plea given he knew this will happen, that he’s desperate to change the outcome. His arms outstretched, a sign that he awaits for some attempt to stop death from taking away his only source of light. Now he awaits their response with a grim expression.