[ being 'naive and stupid' is a double-edged sword in their case. itadori could've poisoned the food. he could've been recording their conversation, or allowed the heroes to track his location for a coordinated ambush. he could've been prepared to go against dabi's quirk, with some sort of plan. the truth is— even with how careful dabi is, this could've backfired on him. badly.
a villain, a murderer, a danger to society ... oh, so many reasons for itadori to be anything but tame. dabi is right about questioning it because it didn't make any sense. being touch-starved is not a leading motive, only a mere perk to whatever the fuck is inciting itadori to be here. between all the gibberish chatter in his mind, one word is clear enough to be used as a justification: curiosity.
he pats the dust off his fingers, getting rid of it before he pushed himself off the sofa. a few easy steps brought him closer, and he settles down next to the other. it was hard to bite back to smug pride for getting what he wants— the smile is less innocent and more cocky at this point. it didn't linger, because that question is worth an honest answer. ]
It is important that you realize I'm not here to hurt you. You're too stiff, and if I return that energy, this will be a terrible experience for both of us. One of us needs to relax ... until the other does so too.
[ he nods, confident about the way he interpreted himself. he then turned his attention to what remains of the meal, leaned forward with his arms folded on the table; content with allowing dabi to eat as much as he wants. he'll just grab a burger on the way home. ]
So ... I watched your broadcast earlier.
[ you know what? fuck it. even if he couldn't process his own thoughts, the topic itself is difficult to dismiss. at least itadori recognized they're not meeting up to chat about mundane themes as if they're old friends. there is something itadori wants from him, and he intends to elaborate. he hums, squinting his eyes while idly rubbing the back of his head, ruffling his hair. ]
But ... I'll be honest. It's hard for me to figure out how I feel about it. There are some parts that made me understand your frustration, but not your actions, and other parts ... such as a hero killing a villain ... that part made me think-
[ that's where the broadcast got somewhat personal. he doesn't expect dabi to answer any of the questions that haunted his mind at the time, the ones that made him a bit provoked, but- ]
When is it okay to kill someone? How can we judge someone's death is for the 'greater good'? Or, when they are worth saving?
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a villain, a murderer, a danger to society ... oh, so many reasons for itadori to be anything but tame. dabi is right about questioning it because it didn't make any sense. being touch-starved is not a leading motive, only a mere perk to whatever the fuck is inciting itadori to be here. between all the gibberish chatter in his mind, one word is clear enough to be used as a justification: curiosity.
he pats the dust off his fingers, getting rid of it before he pushed himself off the sofa. a few easy steps brought him closer, and he settles down next to the other. it was hard to bite back to smug pride for getting what he wants— the smile is less innocent and more cocky at this point. it didn't linger, because that question is worth an honest answer. ]
It is important that you realize I'm not here to hurt you. You're too stiff, and if I return that energy, this will be a terrible experience for both of us. One of us needs to relax ... until the other does so too.
[ he nods, confident about the way he interpreted himself. he then turned his attention to what remains of the meal, leaned forward with his arms folded on the table; content with allowing dabi to eat as much as he wants. he'll just grab a burger on the way home. ]
So ... I watched your broadcast earlier.
[ you know what? fuck it. even if he couldn't process his own thoughts, the topic itself is difficult to dismiss. at least itadori recognized they're not meeting up to chat about mundane themes as if they're old friends. there is something itadori wants from him, and he intends to elaborate. he hums, squinting his eyes while idly rubbing the back of his head, ruffling his hair. ]
But ... I'll be honest. It's hard for me to figure out how I feel about it. There are some parts that made me understand your frustration, but not your actions, and other parts ... such as a hero killing a villain ... that part made me think-
[ that's where the broadcast got somewhat personal. he doesn't expect dabi to answer any of the questions that haunted his mind at the time, the ones that made him a bit provoked, but- ]
When is it okay to kill someone? How can we judge someone's death is for the 'greater good'? Or, when they are worth saving?