[If Dazai were a kinder man, he might have extended a warning about the effects of consuming the fruit as he watches the young boy collect them off the trees. Instead, when he's offered the lot, he picks up a silver-veined citrus; the emotion that floods them both as the fruit's juice hits his tongue is of a first victory, but a very specific one, one that came after putting in a great deal of thought how to achieve it. Defeating a certain man in poker after having lost no less than eighteen hands in a row.
The first time he went to that place he would've been a fool not to see before he died. Or rather ... the first time in a different life, yet precious all the same. He smiles, distant and faraway, as he offers the fruit over.]
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The first time he went to that place he would've been a fool not to see before he died. Or rather ... the first time in a different life, yet precious all the same. He smiles, distant and faraway, as he offers the fruit over.]
Thank you.