Dazai, Odasaku is beyond your reach and your whole world.
But we are half-body, flesh and blood brothers. What were you thinking when you fell from the rooftop?
Is it finally possible for Oda Tsukuru to write a novel safely?
Is it Chuuya who was left behind by you?
Is he the little tiger you arranged to join the armed detective agency?
Is it Mori Ogai who entered the orphanage and became the director?
Where am I, where am I?
You said that it would be too sad for a person to pity himself.
You made me the most pathetic person in the world.
I hate you for making me lose my bond in this world. I hate you for using your own life to tie me to Hong Kong/Hei. I hate myself for not being able to let you understand how to love yourself. I am so sad, my brother, my half-body.
Brother, how can you survive?
Is it necessary to use Oda as a force and add chains to keep you alive?
You have to live, even if you lose your freedom, you still have to live.
Don't blame me, my brother
Intention: courage, love