[those memories are still there. truth is, those first few years were good. they were happy. despite the occasional harshness, touya did enjoy training with his father and eagerly swallowed up every promise of greatness the man bestowed upon him. forming endeavor's ambitions as his own before he even had time to develop any that were touya's. but that was fine, because he was going to be the hero endeavor knew he'd be. and yet, because of everything that happened, after being rejected, dissuaded, replaced, and abandoned, when his mind and heart broke that day, everything flowed backwards. those memories and those truths were twisted and corrupted by his hatred, jealousy, agony, and revenge. he no longer remembers the happiness; endeavor's tongue only brings flashes of the man's anger and disappointment towards him, reminding him of the pain of the training and the burns as his body's limits were reached. which sends a new surge of animosity flooding through him to churn it all again, pumping back into the memories and reinforcing once more his corrupted outlook. while he certainly acknowledges his own insanity and depravity, dabi remains blind to just how much of it is due to wallowing in his own darkness for so long.
he waits outside the fire, wondering not for the first time why the fuck he's even here. sure it wouldn't be an easy task to trap endeavor inside the flames and attempt to kill him. the man might even let him. but that wouldn't be as satisfying. so is this satisfying? he's not sure. certainly doesn't feel... good. it feels fucking weird. uncomfortable. he's been closer to endeavor in thirty seconds than he has been in ten years. everything is surreal, and not in the good way.
the explosion earns a mild glance to the side. ah... he blew it up. kinda interesting. how's she gonna get out of the flames now? if people don't show up soon, she'll die of smoke inhalation. she'll die of something else later, but dabi doesn't plan on telling endeavor that. just incinerates the syringe while the other man's busy with the car. a swipe from head quarters before leaving.
when he sees him emerge from the flames, dabi turns and heads off, walking into the fields at a quiet pace and leaving the burning world behind. nothing left, he says. reassuring. if he believes it. kind of does. not sure. it's weird again. he just wants to move forward for now. part of him wants to throw up again. hearing his voice so close is bringing up bad memories one after another.]
I thought I told ya never to say that to me again.
[he doesn't ever want to hear "sorry" from endeavor. say it to fuyumi, say it to natsuo, to shouto, his wife, whoever, he doesn't care, but don't fucking say it to him!]
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he waits outside the fire, wondering not for the first time why the fuck he's even here. sure it wouldn't be an easy task to trap endeavor inside the flames and attempt to kill him. the man might even let him. but that wouldn't be as satisfying. so is this satisfying? he's not sure. certainly doesn't feel... good. it feels fucking weird. uncomfortable. he's been closer to endeavor in thirty seconds than he has been in ten years. everything is surreal, and not in the good way.
the explosion earns a mild glance to the side. ah... he blew it up. kinda interesting. how's she gonna get out of the flames now? if people don't show up soon, she'll die of smoke inhalation. she'll die of something else later, but dabi doesn't plan on telling endeavor that. just incinerates the syringe while the other man's busy with the car. a swipe from head quarters before leaving.
when he sees him emerge from the flames, dabi turns and heads off, walking into the fields at a quiet pace and leaving the burning world behind. nothing left, he says. reassuring. if he believes it. kind of does. not sure. it's weird again. he just wants to move forward for now. part of him wants to throw up again. hearing his voice so close is bringing up bad memories one after another.]
I thought I told ya never to say that to me again.
[he doesn't ever want to hear "sorry" from endeavor. say it to fuyumi, say it to natsuo, to shouto, his wife, whoever, he doesn't care, but don't fucking say it to him!]