the light behind your eyes.

“…Jobs in Yokohama? What- Why are you looking for jobs anyway? The mafia money not treating you well?” Dazai simply sighed, though this time it wasn’t the exaggerated annoyed sigh pointed at Chuuya. The sigh seemed to carry genuine exhaustion. It was only then he realized the dark circles under Dazai’s eyes, how his bones seemed to hang limp off of him, how whatever fight he still had left in him was sucked away. “I’m surprised at your lack of detective skills, Chibi. I’m leaving the Mafia, of course.” An uneasy laugh broke out from him. His heart was pounding in his chest, his vision swam. “Stop joking. Leave the Mafia. Ha.” -- Dazai brings Chuuya along with him when he defects the Port Mafia. This changes things.