[ It's a strange state of affairs, but their rag-tag band of three find themselves at something of a crossroads. Essentially the lives of two people hang in the balance, considering the very real possibility that Crowley may sacrifice one woman for another.

There's a sense of irony here that someone with stronger morals would feel down to their bones. But for Dazai that instinct is less tangible than it is perceived. He should feel outrage and fear and a sense of protectiveness for both lives at stake. But his mind can only know what should be the morally correct answer. ]

Oh, absolutely! And it's not often that you can simply get away with murder.

[ He rocks on his heels, thinking. ]

Things could get messy if someone else leads it back to you.

[ Dazai acts like he's whittling off useless little facts, but he's actually surveying the barricade blocking off access to The Sanctuary. His physical abilities are meager and resigned to that of a moral man's, but the way Crowley carries himself makes Dazai wonder if the man might be capable of so much more. ]

But if you simply disarm her, that's a different story. [ An addendum ] Not literally, of course. That too would be bad.

[ Amused by his own sense of humor he continues on, pressing for an answer to a question Crowley may or may not be willing to hand over. ]

I can distract her. [ Dazai withdraws a gun from his coat. ] If you can make it over the wall with the injured girl.