[Of course Dazai knows Chuuya can’t swim. It’s always been exceedingly annoying to know. Why does he know all these stupid, useless things about Chuuya? Better yet, when is he going to manage to forget them?]

You fucked up. If that were a mission, you’d have compromised it.

[Dazai points it out, like they’re back in the Mafia together, where he’d have been equally pissed off about the situation but where it would have made more sense. They were partners then; now, they’re enemies. Who the hell risks their own life for someone who hates them?

God, Chuuya is so annoying. Dazai isn’t going to jump, probably, but he pushes away from the railing just to scramble up on top of it, looking down at Chuuya.]

So then we can die together, you say? How lovely. It’d only be your own fault.