[ He looks taken aback for a moment, because he can't remember if he ever told Dazai about his siblings, not having much of a reason to bring them up on his own accord because when he thinks about them, all there is is sadness, guilt— immense fondness, but it's drowned out by the way he clams up a little, holding his breath. ]
Five younger siblings. Why? Somebody told you?
[ He can think of maybe three or four people who know, but there's no reason to talk about them behind Ayabe's back. ]
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Five younger siblings. Why? Somebody told you?
[ He can think of maybe three or four people who know, but there's no reason to talk about them behind Ayabe's back. ]