Dearest Fedya, my fated journey, where thy cold ashes lie, a word aptly uttered, the consequence of my ardent age:
Everywhere across whatever sorrows of which our life is woven,
I fucking hate you.
ever thine
ever mine
ever ours
"See, I want that book." Nikolai props one hand on his hip and the other pointing the dagger to Dazai's throat. "Moreover, I want to bring dear Dos-kun back from death. In order to gain my freedom— to achieve unmitigated insanity— I need to form an even stronger bond with Dos-kun before I kill him myself!"
Or, in which Nikolai Gogol realizes that fate is inevitable.