[ It's a complex subject. However succinct his explanation, the idea of other worlds is complex and difficult for most to understand. He had come to that conclusion, but even so been unprepared for the storm of emotions and memories that followed.

There's so many questions, and Dazai has nothing but time. He nods in affirmation. ]

Right. I am the Port Mafia's legendary Boss, the personification of the night itself. Mimic fell by my hand, as did many others.

[ Despite himself, there's a tinge of satisfaction at that thought. It was only when their leader was gone that he was able to breathe. ]

We never met, and so you never joined the Port Mafia. The Odasaku that I know is a member of the Armed Detective Agency... It's the life that you should have had in the original world.

[ It's one where he's genuinely happy. How could he not be?

It's fine if he hates Dazai. It's better that way. ]

Though even if I say that, it doesn't change what happened in the original world.