(soon, augustine will notice that dazai can keep up, but it's on his own pace, as he distracts himself with a sight or two, saves information with each and every step given until he hops closer.)

Well, seems like you failed spectacularly if we're having this conversation. How incredible is that?

(his hands slide into the pockets of his coat, a shrug that should explain it silenetly how he feels, but unfortunately to all, he'll let his thoughts be known.)

I've been trying to kill myself for years, why should I be at all upset that I've finally been laid to rest?