The blackening value is being cleared

Gray bandage.

【Oda work...】

His slender fan-shaped eyelashes trembled like a small animal, and the call in his mind coincided with the Dazai who was holding Odasaku in his arms in other worlds, and the Dazai who was watching the passing of his friend's life.

【Anhe...teacher...】

【An...and...】

All this happened so abruptly and without preparation.

"Put him down first." A faint voice sounded in his ears, but he could hear it through a layer of tympanic membrane. It seemed that it was Oda Saku who spoke again?

"The wound is too deep." It was Mori Ogai.

"Call Dr Yosano! Hurry!" It was Chuya Nakahara.

"No, he can't wait, the devil's dagger cuts too accurately."

Odasaku looked at Anhe, and for some reason, he didn't feel regret, nostalgia, or sadness, only astonishment.He asked mysteriously: "At this point, Ann and you..."

"Is there anything else you want to say to Dazai?"

Is there anything else to say?

The faces of the people before death are mostly similar. The eyes of those who died unjustly on the battlefield are full of nostalgia for life. When Ryuhiko Shibusawa died, only deep hatred and jealousy remained on his face. André Gide... He is satisfied ?perhaps?

But An He, he was really too calm, the slightly raised smile carved on the corner of his mouth, the deep emotions settled in the depths of his eyes, his fingers trembled slightly.

Odasaku pulled those disobedient fingers to the back of Dazai's pale and cold hand.

"I'm very sorry."

"I'm sorry, Xiuzhi-kun, for leaving you with such memories."

"But it's great that you're fine."

【His eyes, that's not what he said...】

【I saw it, that deeply hidden worry, just like him, who deeply suppressed all his emotions, concerns, and plans in his heart. 】

His fingers moved inch by inch, he wanted to go up, to touch Dazai's snow-white cheek covered with dust and blood drops for the last time, to touch his forehead for the last time, and to touch his soft hair.

"But..." sighed into his throat, "How can your..." make me not worry.

"Anhe?" He murmured in a small, uneasy voice.

"Anhe?"

Dazai leaned down slightly, and approached Anhe's cheek.

It's cold.

No snort.

A smile that implied worry was forever frozen at the corner of his cold mouth.

——I was worried about you, Xiu Zhi.

——Also, I'm sorry.

It was just his last message to Dazai.