'Say something. '

'What am I supposed to say? ' Leaning back, Chuuya carelessly tosses the folder onto the desk. It lands with a harsh slap. 'You went ahead and joined the damn enemy. Congratulations. Good job. '

The way Dazai raises his brow oozes with an unmistakable sense of cynicism. It 's provoking, and it is goddamn infuriating. 'You need an inside man. I gave you one. '

'I never said that I want

you

to be that inside man, ' Chuuya snaps back. 'And you know that. '

'We also both know that I 'm the best choice. They can 't hurt me. You don 't have to sacrifice anyone else. It 's optimal. '

'That 's not the point! '

'What

is

the point? '

Chuuya jumps to his feet, slamming his fists down on the desk. 'It 's you, making this choice by yourself.

Again

. ' He has to pause to inhale through his nose. Dazai 's face doesn 't twitch, denying him a single inch. 'You should have told me. '