It's a possibility. I can't say it's the reason for sure, but I can't think of any other reason they would tell me he 'couldn't be located' and 'was probably returned back to his home world.'
[This drink vanishes just as quickly as the last, the ice rattling in the glass as Dazai sets it back down, a little harder than he should. Maybe a little harder than he'd intended. It's fine. It's all fine.
Enough. Focus. There's a reason he'd called Chuuya here, and Dazai shoves his hair back from his face, strands parting around the canine ears atop his head. He doesn't look at Chuuya, just eyes his empty glass like he's looking for more.]
You and I both know this place isn't what it looks like. I've been keeping my eyes and ears open, looking for more information, but I'm only one person. And if there's any way I can find out what happened--find a way to bring him back, or figure out an answer--
[There's a tension to his voice, a throbbing tautness that belies everything behind it as he slants a look at Chuuya, finally.]
Oda's dead, back home. If they 'sent him back,' they sent him back to his grave. I know you hate me, but you've always looked out for your subordinates. Help me figure this out. Find who or what's behind it all. He deserves that.
[If they had to disturb his rest, it better have been for a good reason--only no reason is going to be good enough. And if it turns out that there's something more to it, that they can bring him back for good...doesn't he owe it to Oda to try? To give him a choice, at least. Like he'd had the first time. He doesn't know if Chuuya will say yes, even for that, not after the last conversation they'd had, but he couldn't not try.]
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[This drink vanishes just as quickly as the last, the ice rattling in the glass as Dazai sets it back down, a little harder than he should. Maybe a little harder than he'd intended. It's fine. It's all fine.
Enough. Focus. There's a reason he'd called Chuuya here, and Dazai shoves his hair back from his face, strands parting around the canine ears atop his head. He doesn't look at Chuuya, just eyes his empty glass like he's looking for more.]
You and I both know this place isn't what it looks like. I've been keeping my eyes and ears open, looking for more information, but I'm only one person. And if there's any way I can find out what happened--find a way to bring him back, or figure out an answer--
[There's a tension to his voice, a throbbing tautness that belies everything behind it as he slants a look at Chuuya, finally.]
Oda's dead, back home. If they 'sent him back,' they sent him back to his grave. I know you hate me, but you've always looked out for your subordinates. Help me figure this out. Find who or what's behind it all. He deserves that.
[If they had to disturb his rest, it better have been for a good reason--only no reason is going to be good enough. And if it turns out that there's something more to it, that they can bring him back for good...doesn't he owe it to Oda to try? To give him a choice, at least. Like he'd had the first time. He doesn't know if Chuuya will say yes, even for that, not after the last conversation they'd had, but he couldn't not try.]