The biggest misfortune for Dazai's enemies is that they are enemies.
– I'm sorry, do we have a problem?
– I don't know do you have a problem? Is your brother marrying your arch nemesis?
The enemies of my friends are my enemies.
Sparks fly high when steel meets steel.
And no one can believe,
That these two man are best friends
Not enemies.
I maintain that foes are very nice people as long as a reasonable distance
separates oneself and them, whereas a
friend in need or in his cups can reach you across mountains
of glass and lakes of fire, with which remark I shall now
close,
Simply pausing to add that compared to a friend at the
front door I find foes at a reasonable distance rather
restful, and from now on I shall ever think of them
as Comme Il Fauts.
— Give me one reason I shouldn't shoot you.
— I can't. I guess that's the problem, isn't it? We blew up your mine. You burned my district to the ground. We each have every reason to want to kill each other.
So if you wanna kill me, do it. Make Snow happy. I'm tired of killing his slaves for him.
— I'm not his slave.
— I am. That's why I killed Cato. And he killed Thresh. And Thresh killed Clove. It just goes around and around. And who wins? Always Snow. I am done being a piece in his game. District 12, District 2. We have no fight. Except the one The Capitol gave us. Why are you fighting the rebels? You're neighbors. You're family.
I choose my allies carefully, and my enemies more carefully still.