[ oda’s an idiot, but not when it comes to this. he notices dazai’s expression change and he hesitates. does he want to hurt dazai more than he usually does just by existing?
he looks away, and sighs. ]
The book I was given was the third and final one of a series. Mm, the man I met didn’t want me to read it at first—he said it was the worst out of all of them. But when I kept insisting, he told me this:
“Then you write it. That is the only way the novel can retain its completeness. Writing novels is about writing people. How people live and how they die. The way I look at it, you have that qualification.” That was what that man told me the day I met him.
[ oda fidgets a little, the smallest hint of a smile on his face. ]
For someone like me, who had only been able to kill, something like that shook my world. I never thought I could do something besides murder...much less write about life. Even now... I still don’t know what that man saw in me.
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he looks away, and sighs. ]
The book I was given was the third and final one of a series. Mm, the man I met didn’t want me to read it at first—he said it was the worst out of all of them. But when I kept insisting, he told me this:
“Then you write it. That is the only way the novel can retain its completeness. Writing novels is about writing people. How people live and how they die. The way I look at it, you have that qualification.” That was what that man told me the day I met him.
[ oda fidgets a little, the smallest hint of a smile on his face. ]
For someone like me, who had only been able to kill, something like that shook my world. I never thought I could do something besides murder...much less write about life. Even now... I still don’t know what that man saw in me.