Just like last week, the pile of votes appear in front of the Sergeant, who counts them with practiced ease. He stands up as soon as he's done, pausing for only a moment, before making his announcement.
[That actually gets her to change her expression, dropping her smile.]
This isn't me throwing that away. I can't entirely go back to who I used to be. They changed too much.
But, for the person who made me who I am now? If I have to pretend to be who I was for a day, if it helps him, then I don't have any regrets.
[That seems genuine, if nothing else. She can't comment on being "like Odasaku," it dawns on her more every time she talks to these two just how little she knows. But she can at least say that much.
Whether or not that helps Dazai from here... well, that's on Dazai, isn't it? This is her truth.]
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This isn't me throwing that away. I can't entirely go back to who I used to be. They changed too much.
But, for the person who made me who I am now? If I have to pretend to be who I was for a day, if it helps him, then I don't have any regrets.
[That seems genuine, if nothing else. She can't comment on being "like Odasaku," it dawns on her more every time she talks to these two just how little she knows. But she can at least say that much.
Whether or not that helps Dazai from here... well, that's on Dazai, isn't it? This is her truth.]
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"I've never regretted anything I've done. I've only ever regretted the things that I didn't do."
[Well, if the person who'd died had been Oda, he'd be the same. So he's always understood. Though he may not have given her enough credit until now.]
In that case, I'm sure you'll be just fine.
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Thanks. I'll make sure you're not puttin' that confidence somewhere you shouldn't.