[This was real. First Quentin the mega-smart, mega-powered telepath and now Dazai the mega-smart, mega-amazing boy who had no interest in living right on his doorstep. This place was actually now shaping up to be his own personal circle of Hell, wasn't it? It was beginning to feel that way, and he was now going to have to confront how to cope with this ridiculousness.

He reached out and picked up his tumbler of whiskey, giving himself time to mull over the wild claims by taking a slow sip and watching Dazai from across the counter.]

I don't believe we know each other well enough to understand what I can and cannot fathom, boy. It seems to me that you're supposedly so brilliant that life has lost all challenge and meaning, so you couldn't care if it ended. Am I inferring too much about you, boy?

[He set his tumbler back down on the counter.]

And who are my competitors, hmm? Once the owners of these businesses return, I will be handing them off.

[And he would. He'd just be owed debts for his services.]