Inside the corrupted reality of the Dragon’s breath. A distorted Yokohama. Fog curls like living tendrils. ATHENA Dazai (with bandages loose, hair wild) stands across from a mirror-image of himself—the Demon Prodigy , smoking and smirking.
"Impossible. You’re nothing without—" Bungou Stray Dogs- Dead Apple -Dub-
"And you believed them. You always do, don't you, Osamu? The port mafia's dog. The Agency's jester. You wear chains so well… you even forgot they were metal." Inside the corrupted reality of the Dragon’s breath
"The real ability… is getting people to follow a man with a death wish. To believe in a detective agency led by a suicidal maniac. To make a tiger believe he has a heart. That’s not magic. That’s will . And you, my friend… can’t nullify will." ATHENA Dazai (with bandages loose, hair wild) stands
"You know, I’ve been thinking… abilities. Curses. Gifts. Whatever name you slap on this poison running through our veins. They said we’d be lost without them. That the power inside was the only thing keeping the dark at bay."
"No. I remembered every link. I just learned to like the weight." (He takes a step forward. The fog recoils.) "That’s the problem with you—with this little puppet show. You think despair is a weapon. But despair is just hope… standing in front of a mirror and hating its own reflection."
"Pretty words. But look at your hands. No nullification. No 'No Longer Human.' Just flesh and bone and the memory of every friend you couldn't save. Oda. Ango. That boy with the tiger… he's ash now, isn't he?"