He always was unstable.
But as a psychopath once said.
"All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy."
And that's all it would take,
One.
Bad.
Day.
"Iza-Nii!" Mairu yelled as she walked into Izaya's living quarters.
It had been so long since his defeat at the hands of Shizuo Heiwajima. But he was fine with it. He didn't want to go through the rehabilitation to walk again. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to fight Shizuo again. Maybe it was trauma, who knows?
"What do you want?" His words were cold, but he was smiling.
"Can I borrow some moneyyyy?"
"And what happened to the last $500 I gave you?"
She mumbled something.
"You really shouldn't be doing that at your age. But I suppose kids will be kids."
"Does that mean-"
"Yes"
"Freaking sweet, Iza-Nii"
And that was his last day of peace. His last for a long time.