"What do you know about Dazai? Huh?" Chuuya watched as Kunikida's glared faltered slightly, losing some of his conviction in the accusing words he had just spat at Chuuya as he pressed on, "Did you know the reason he always tries to kill himself by drowning is because he can't swim? Or that he tried to do it yesterday and you weren't there to stop it?"

He was dying. Of course, Chuuya knew, it wasn't that surprising. After all, life as a Port Mafia executive wasn't exactly the safest. With the added threat of the Armed Detective Agency and the Guild, it was touch and go for a while. But this... this was different.