[Succumbing to the urge to drink, Dazai takes one of the glasses and nods toward the waiter in thanks.]

He'd died four years ago, so yes, I couldn't see him again if he leaves this world.

[He sips the beer carefully, sighing directly into the glass as that bland, yet still bitter taste burns his throat.]

Not great, but it doesn't feel as if it'll come right back up, at least.

[He sets the glass back down.] Is there anyone from your world you'd hate to see arrive here?