[Dazai can hear them. The arm around Chuuya tightens a bit, and he slows his breathing to try and hear better, shifting in order to make it easier for Chuuya to pull the knife. They don't need words when they're like this; Dazai knows what Chuuya will go for, the thinking behind it.

Which is why he knows what Chuuya is thinking when he mentions the wall.]

That's irrelevant. Are you really going to try and crash through it in your condition?

[It's not because Dazai is concerned, of course. It's because Chuuya needs to save whatever strength he has for if they get into deep shit, which is more than likely... but then again, if he manages to make a hole in the wall, they'd be able to avoid the footsteps coming for them. So, it's not an entirely terrible idea, in terms of strategy. For Chuuya's own wellbeing? It's definitely not the best.

That's the only reason Dazai hesitates. If he takes too long, though, they're screwed, and he definitely doesn't have enough bullets to take on whoever else is in this building, especially since he's likely to get shot before doing any real damage. With an irritated click of his tongue, Dazai moves to step away from Chuuya.]

If you're going to do it, then do it. [Dazai can't hold onto him for this to work, which means Chuuya will have to stand on his own.]