"No. I remembered every link. I just learned to like the weight." (He takes a step forward. The fog recoils.) "That’s the problem with you—with this little puppet show. You think despair is a weapon. But despair is just hope… standing in front of a mirror and hating its own reflection."
"The real ability… is getting people to follow a man with a death wish. To believe in a detective agency led by a suicidal maniac. To make a tiger believe he has a heart. That’s not magic. That’s will . And you, my friend… can’t nullify will."
"You know, I’ve been thinking… abilities. Curses. Gifts. Whatever name you slap on this poison running through our veins. They said we’d be lost without them. That the power inside was the only thing keeping the dark at bay."
"See? You’re—"
Inside the corrupted reality of the Dragon’s breath. A distorted Yokohama. Fog curls like living tendrils. ATHENA Dazai (with bandages loose, hair wild) stands across from a mirror-image of himself—the Demon Prodigy , smoking and smirking.
"Pretty words. But look at your hands. No nullification. No 'No Longer Human.' Just flesh and bone and the memory of every friend you couldn't save. Oda. Ango. That boy with the tiger… he's ash now, isn't he?"
"You’re right. I can’t touch you. Not the way I want to." (He exhales slowly.) "But here’s the punchline, you smug, suicidal ghost of my past… I don't need my ability to kill a lie." Bungou Stray Dogs- Dead Apple -Dub-
"I’m nothing with it. That’s the point." (He reaches forward, not to cancel, but to embrace.) "Now let’s end this duet. One last verse. No chorus."
"Nullification was never my real weapon. It was the bait . The trick I played on the world so no one would notice the real danger."
* (The fog around them begins to tremble. The mirror cracks.) The fog recoils
"And you believed them. You always do, don't you, Osamu? The port mafia's dog. The Agency's jester. You wear chains so well… you even forgot they were metal."
The Voice in the Smoke