[Ahh. So that was it. Dazai chuckled and exhaled softly.

Sorry not sorry, Atsushi. To begin with, Dazai was already crouched on the ground when the tiger began its descent, and the brunet couldn't be bothered to move.]

Let me guess: to have also wished for him to retain his consciousness would have cost more. [Dazai idly began touseling Atsushi's hair. Good luck in finding a comb.] What would you have claimed next - my coat?