[ Dazai is undeniably brilliant. He's like a thousand-year old sage. His plans are perfect. His read on people is perfect. He knows more about them than they do themselves most days. That's why nothing surprises him and nothing interests him for very long, and he's never tethered himself to anything in earnest.
But he's an eighteen-year-old boy too, one capable of all those feelings that someone his age can experience. Right now is the same as always, where he's not certain what to do with what Odasaku says to him. ]
That's right. Reality is reality. This world is as real as any other, and the people in it are just as real too. What people do here and now matters.
[ That's the conclusion he comes to after. It might seem like a shift in the narrative, but it's his own way of accepting those words.
His back is starting to hurt from sitting like this, and he stretches out before leaning back against the armrest once more and resting his hands on his thighs. ]
I don't know how long I can handle living in this town, but somewhere else will be fine. There are better places out there.
[ He can't stay like this forever, but he can't stay here either; if he starts to feel like a dog on a leash and collar, he wants to chew through it and rip off the arm that's holding it Still, his feelings haven't changed. Dazai has no desire to go back by himself. ]
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[ Dazai is undeniably brilliant. He's like a thousand-year old sage. His plans are perfect. His read on people is perfect. He knows more about them than they do themselves most days. That's why nothing surprises him and nothing interests him for very long, and he's never tethered himself to anything in earnest.
But he's an eighteen-year-old boy too, one capable of all those feelings that someone his age can experience. Right now is the same as always, where he's not certain what to do with what Odasaku says to him. ]
That's right. Reality is reality. This world is as real as any other, and the people in it are just as real too. What people do here and now matters.
[ That's the conclusion he comes to after. It might seem like a shift in the narrative, but it's his own way of accepting those words.
His back is starting to hurt from sitting like this, and he stretches out before leaning back against the armrest once more and resting his hands on his thighs. ]
I don't know how long I can handle living in this town, but somewhere else will be fine. There are better places out there.
[ He can't stay like this forever, but he can't stay here either; if he starts to feel like a dog on a leash and collar, he wants to chew through it and rip off the arm that's holding it Still, his feelings haven't changed. Dazai has no desire to go back by himself. ]