#source the great

Chuuya: You did stop loving me, to leave without saying anything.

Dazai:Don’t all partnerships have challenges?

Chuuya:It’s not love what you did.

Dazai:No, it’s cowardice. You know, I never knew the difference between cowardice and courage until you.

Chuuya: Are you trying to flatter me?

Dazai:Don’t kill me.

Chuuya:You were this close to having it all. I don’t think you’ll respect me if I don’t kill you. You won’t love me if I don’t kill you.

Dazai:Can I beg to differ?

Chuuya:No.

Dazai: I don’t want to kill you.

Chuuya:You already did. It’s my turn.

Chuuya: Hypothetically. A man who has loathed you, tried to kill you, has hurt you and seen you imprisoned… walks into a room… and tells you he loves you. What do you do?

Dazai: First… try and start breathing again.

Chuuya: And then?

[they rush at each other and kiss]

Chuuya: Sometimes I think you’re the only person who really knows me. You look at me and I can tell you sense all of me. 

Dazai: Your greatness, your strangeness, your fucked-upedness, your lies. 

Chuuya: My lies? 

Dazai: You do love me.

Chuuya: I intended to be all calm and high-handedly bitchy with you, Mackerel. But I am, unfortunately, not that person.

[Chuuya punches Dazai hard in the stomach]