[Enji can keep himself warm well enough, but it doesn't mean that he likes to be out in the cold. Snow and rain just weren't compatible with his quirk and so he just grew to dislike being in it. Although the later is far worse than the former. Even if he's internally fussing about the weather, he's still perceptive enough to notice Dabi's breathing. It's hard for him not to when he can see each puff of it in the air whenever he glances over.
If he's worn out already, that doesn't bode well for them in the case of an emergency. At least he's sure he can carry Dabi off to safety if it comes to that, but for now he'll save his son the embarrassment of offering to carry him and just subtly lessen his pace a bit. The sirens are well out of earshot by now (and sight, thankfully), and the only thing ahead of them is forrest and snow. Not promising, but better than what they're leaving behind comparatively. Enji doesn't know about what Dabi slipped his hostage before he arrived. He'd assumed she was unconscious from a blow to the head, and not any kind of pharmaceutical, so his concern over it disappeared some time ago.]
Hm.
[He listens closely to Dabi's thought process, and decides he's not far off in his assessment.]
All of that is true. [Except one thing.] I'm not here to kill you, though. [Not a second time. He's still upset with himself over the first.] And I don't intend to let you kill me. [Although he has considered long and hard.]
My reason may be selfish, but I don't think it's shallow to want to spend time with you. You said it yourself, I don't know anything about you. [Dabi's effectively a different person compared to the son he remembers.] I want to know this version of you, in a way. I already know I won't like it, but I should try to understand.
[If Dabi is the monster Endeavor created, then he wants to see for himself. There's a lot he wants Dabi to see to, though, if he's open to it. Enji remains silent for a moment, debating on whether or not to share what was on his mind.] When you were a baby, you used to love when I carried you. Every time I put you down you would throw a fit. I wonder if it was my fault you learned to enjoy looking down on people.
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Date: 11/22/21 00:20 (UTC)If he's worn out already, that doesn't bode well for them in the case of an emergency. At least he's sure he can carry Dabi off to safety if it comes to that, but for now he'll save his son the embarrassment of offering to carry him and just subtly lessen his pace a bit. The sirens are well out of earshot by now (and sight, thankfully), and the only thing ahead of them is forrest and snow. Not promising, but better than what they're leaving behind comparatively. Enji doesn't know about what Dabi slipped his hostage before he arrived. He'd assumed she was unconscious from a blow to the head, and not any kind of pharmaceutical, so his concern over it disappeared some time ago.]
Hm.
[He listens closely to Dabi's thought process, and decides he's not far off in his assessment.]
All of that is true. [Except one thing.] I'm not here to kill you, though. [Not a second time. He's still upset with himself over the first.] And I don't intend to let you kill me. [Although he has considered long and hard.]
My reason may be selfish, but I don't think it's shallow to want to spend time with you. You said it yourself, I don't know anything about you. [Dabi's effectively a different person compared to the son he remembers.] I want to know this version of you, in a way. I already know I won't like it, but I should try to understand.
[If Dabi is the monster Endeavor created, then he wants to see for himself. There's a lot he wants Dabi to see to, though, if he's open to it. Enji remains silent for a moment, debating on whether or not to share what was on his mind.] When you were a baby, you used to love when I carried you. Every time I put you down you would throw a fit. I wonder if it was my fault you learned to enjoy looking down on people.