[There was a point. There was still a point, but in times of stress, it was still easier to fall back on the comfort of familiarity. To push everything back and down, to focus on facts, to form a plan. Even if there wasn't a point. Even if he'd known this would happen, and he'd still...

The answer is also delivered in a familiar format. It makes this easier. Dazai doesn't even bother acknowledging the threat. Instead, he nods and lifts the glass to his lips, downing the rest of the whiskey, and signals the bartender for another with two raised fingers. It isn't until he's got his refill that he answers at all. And even then, it's not exactly an answer. This is still Dazai. No answer can ever just be an answer.]

How much do you know about why we're here? I'm sure they gave you the same speech I got when they found me on Iris. What else have you heard?