[ Dazai folds his hands behind his head. The stars are in the sky, the same as ever. The same sky he's ever seen. It's not all that hard at all to sift through his memories, his thoughts and emotions, as they all just come with the dull sense of something being wrong.

There's a slight pause, and whatever he might have originally said is gone, locked away. Instead what he says is, ]

I say that he was looking for "fortune," but it's a bit different. It was something that doesn't exist in any world.

[ As to what that something was, he doesn't seem willing to elaborate any further. ]

... Well, sorry for worrying you. You have to wait at least a couple weeks though, you know? I've let myself get kidnapped, faked my own death, been hospitalized for days...

[ The list goes on, and as it does he points to his index finger first, then the other four. ]

I always show up eventually though, don't I? So, you shouldn't worry... Ah, are you done smoking? I've been told that whiskey goes well with cigarettes, though we'd be doing it backwards...

[ There's a soft laugh, but he doesn't seem all that concerned. ]