As soon as that man glued himself on Dazai and started to fight with him, he already knew he was going to be late. Late to stop Chuuya and late to stop the apocalypse he was currently causing in the right time.
He tried to fight his opponent as much as possible but the fact was that his combat skills were not the best in the world and war logic was not helping in that situation. His gun was already taken and he was forced to fight with his fists, fueled just by his will alone.
In the end, he ended with his arm broken but he finally managed to knock the other unconscious. He quickly ran to his lover and grabbed his hand with his beaten but unbroken one but.... a little bit too late.
A pang of guilt from his failure mixed with a relief Chuuya was alive was changed to an even stronger pang when he saw his beloved, the person he would give anything to, was crying and was going to suffer a lot because he killed his own troops, the very people he associated with and maybe even liked. And all of that was Dazai’s fault.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered in a broken voice as his unbroken arm wrapped around his lover’s body.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered again, tears of his own running down his face.
Well, saying sorry was not going to give life back to these people.... And it was not going to ease his lover’s suffering either....