The Fragments continue to pulse, steady and strong, the light growing stronger as they near the body. Once close enough, the Fragments begin to lose their color and shine - but Izanagi’s body gains it instead, skin flushing as the blood flow resumes once more.
Slowly, his eyes open, a glint of gold in the otherwise coldly lit room.
I have some perfume if you need to assert yourself more, also. Or something.
Either way... well, I'm not very good at giving advice. Being stubborn seems to be something you're actually not too bad at. Or else, why keep the body?
...It was almost gone for good. He was very close to giving up.
But the push you provided today... Well, I can't say it'll change things immensely. I don't have that kind of power here. But it should stop him from sinking any further, for the moment.
If I had any more cleaner, I'd see about dousing you with that, too.
It's not that I don't understand the sentiments, but at the same time I don't understand at all. So this is the best solution I have. Words don't mean much of anything if they're said from someone you barely know or understand, right? Anyway, you'll be a lot more effective with this. So speak up a little more.
[He holds out his hands, and two books appear in them: Hizumi's book, and Susanoo's.]
You've already seen these, but now, I can offer an explanation for them. The books in that library contain "His" knowledge and understanding of things.
Of himself. And of others, and his relationship to them.
If you want him to know more... it's possible to give that to him now.
Name: Dazai Osamu remembers living in: Yokohama, Japan
The world I am from is one in which there are individuals with special abilities. Those with special abilities are not acknowledged by the government and the majority of the population as they were deemed too dangerous after a war which ended less than 20 years ago and which nearly destroyed a number of countries, including Japan. For a long while, the only options for a person's livelihood in this place was: work for the government, work in street gangs, work for the mafia. More recently, the Armed Detective Agency was established to bridge the gaps.
I did not join the mafia for the same reasons others would. I don't remember why I ended up with the Agency.
Special Ability Name: No Longer Human Special Ability Traits: able to negate the special abilities of other persons with a touch.
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Slowly, his eyes open, a glint of gold in the otherwise coldly lit room.
He’s alive.
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There you are. I was wondering where you were hiding.
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That was an amusing performance, but killing that man - mm, maybe that's for the better.
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I'd offer to explain, but only if you want to sit through it.
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This is "His" heart - and just like everything else here, I'm just a few pieces of that.
The piece that "believes him to already be dead" and the piece that "wants to be saved despite that."
And, thanks to all of your actions... I'm a little stronger now. He's been trying very hard to bury me for a while, now.
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I have some perfume if you need to assert yourself more, also. Or something.
Either way... well, I'm not very good at giving advice. Being stubborn seems to be something you're actually not too bad at. Or else, why keep the body?
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But the push you provided today... Well, I can't say it'll change things immensely. I don't have that kind of power here. But it should stop him from sinking any further, for the moment.
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[spraying him with perfume.]
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It's not that I don't understand the sentiments, but at the same time I don't understand at all. So this is the best solution I have. Words don't mean much of anything if they're said from someone you barely know or understand, right? Anyway, you'll be a lot more effective with this. So speak up a little more.
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-This was for the stage, you know.
[Clearing his throat. Ugh.]
And... there's a way to change that. Knowing and understanding. But I don't know if you would be interested.
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You've already seen these, but now, I can offer an explanation for them. The books in that library contain "His" knowledge and understanding of things.
Of himself. And of others, and his relationship to them.
If you want him to know more... it's possible to give that to him now.
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Is what I put not enough?
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Name: Dazai Osamu
remembers living in: Yokohama, Japan
The world I am from is one in which there are individuals with special abilities. Those with special abilities are not acknowledged by the government and the majority of the population as they were deemed too dangerous after a war which ended less than 20 years ago and which nearly destroyed a number of countries, including Japan. For a long while, the only options for a person's livelihood in this place was: work for the government, work in street gangs, work for the mafia. More recently, the Armed Detective Agency was established to bridge the gaps.
I did not join the mafia for the same reasons others would. I don't remember why I ended up with the Agency.
Special Ability Name: No Longer Human
Special Ability Traits: able to negate the special abilities of other persons with a touch.
closes the book and passes it back over.]
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You've remembered a fair bit, haven't you?
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Well, I guess I won't object too much.