[ Dazai blinks, his vision a briefly blurring from the water, and rubs his eyes. He brushes his hair out of his face, rubs both his eyes once more out of instinct more than anything, then looks again. ]

BB-chan is next. There are others too. You don't have to worry about the Port Mafia anymore, so you can live your life freely here.

[ That's nothing they haven't discussed before, of course; it would need to come up over time.

And as ever, Dazai isn't quite sure of what it is that he wants to say, and so, ]

... You want a beautiful, sharp-witted woman, right? I'm going to find a beautiful woman to die with, so before that, I want you to have a wife, and friends who will support you.

[ Plotting his life out seems simpler. ]