[Chuuya sees it. Of course he does. He's been looking for a signal from Dazai this whole time. It's not the signal he's been hoping for, but he accepts it, trusts that Dazai is working on something. His hand jerks, and it could be from pain, but Dazai will know better: He's saying he's fine, don't worry about him, he can take this. It's a lie, Chuuya thinks, he can't take this --
-- He has to take this. He has to, so he will.
That's always been his strength. He never really gives up. He keeps fighting, keeps pushing forwards, no matter what obstacles are thrown in front of him. But he does have his limits. His body can only take so much.
He wasn't prepared for having the soles of his feet burned would hurt. He feels like he shouldn't be able to feel any more pain, at this point. There's the stench of burning skin in the air, and it's horrifying to know that it's his own. He's bleeding again; They stabbed him again. He's feeling weak, like his body is made of nothing but pain, and he's not sure he'd be able to fight at this point even if he got a chance to try.
He hasn't looked up at Dazai for several minutes.]
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-- He has to take this. He has to, so he will.
That's always been his strength. He never really gives up. He keeps fighting, keeps pushing forwards, no matter what obstacles are thrown in front of him. But he does have his limits. His body can only take so much.
He wasn't prepared for having the soles of his feet burned would hurt. He feels like he shouldn't be able to feel any more pain, at this point. There's the stench of burning skin in the air, and it's horrifying to know that it's his own. He's bleeding again; They stabbed him again. He's feeling weak, like his body is made of nothing but pain, and he's not sure he'd be able to fight at this point even if he got a chance to try.
He hasn't looked up at Dazai for several minutes.]