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The next is shown, "I don't want my picture taken."

Ango is in the photo with two cards as well, he is looking exacerbated with sensei looking stoic in the background. The cards say, 'Sakaguchi Ango,Ability: Discourse on Decadence'

Kunikida watched a much younger Ango, words flooded his mind from not that long ago. ' Wait ,' He questioned, reflecting back.

"Have you talked to him recently?" A deep voice from the back asks Dazai.

"Are you joking right now?" Dazai looked straight ahead.

'So, that's what he meant.' Looking at Oda as the camera adjusted.

Oda is last looking at the camera shocked, sensei on his shoulder smiling at the camera. 'Oda Sakunosuke, Ability: Flawless.'

"Man, if I had an ability," Tachihara's voice took on a dreamy effect. "It would so be called Flawless."

"You can't choose the name," Kunikida shook his head looking down at his notebook. Tachihara looked over at the detective.

He murmured, "Why does everyone in this theater have to be such a downer?"

"So, why did you suddenly want a picture?" Odasaku asked as Ango and Sensei set up the camera on Ango's still filled glass.

"Awwweee, look at sensei," Naomi cooed.

"Such a cutie!" Kenji bounced in his seat.

"He's a human," said Chuuya.

"Call it a silly hunch if you like," Oda was looking at Dazai from an angle where he could only see the bandaged side of Dazai, yet he seemed happy.

Dazai words seem to invite dread in the audience. It felt like there was another shoe that was attached; he was happy. And that made them scared. The conversation around the person known as Oda seemed to suggest an unhappy ending for the trio. Dazai didn't get a happy ending. For the people that cared for the detective it hurt. They could only help in the now no one can rewrite the past.

"But I just have this feeling that if we don't do it now we might never have another chance to prove that we were all together like this."

"Guess you are a pretty busy guy huh...." Dazai didn't acknowledge the words from Tanizaki.

"Hey, Odasaku say cheese," Dazai said as Ango went to sit down.

The timer is set as Sensei supervises, opening his eyes wide as the click goes off.

The picture was of Ango on the left, his right hand on the counter with no real emotions shown, Dazai on the right smiling his elbows against the counter. And Oda holding up his glass.

They looked at the picture in front of them. There was a bond, something real and raw. There was an honesty in Dazai words that normally weren't there and some wonder if this was why. The agency's gaze went from the screen to Dazai. Everytime, anything of his past would be brought up Dazai would stop engaging with the on screen content; it was almost as if he became a puppet waiting for someone to pull on his strings.

"As it turns out his hunch was correct, that was the last time that special friendship between the three of us was ever captured."

A simple "oh," was heard. The silence was disquieting; a palpable absence weighed down the room like a heavy fog. Ranpo closed his eyes, the light from the screen still residing beneath his eyelids.

It cuts to the title card Bungo Stray Dogs in white black backdrop. "Cause soon after that photograph was taken..."

He knew it was coming. The next words that were beyond true. But he was there on screen breathing, talking, but he was dead. It felt like if he reached out he could feel the fabric of his clothes, how they smell of the city and of the children that would never grow up. Because he was dead, and they were too. It has been four years, and now... Dazai looked over at Atsushi.