[at the very least, dabi isn't about to end endeavor for being boring. that'd be a horrible reason for his vendetta. not that he won't toss that into the pile of other reasons, if only to be a grade A asshole. that said, both his eldest and youngest sons are making waves in the world with the training he gave them, with many eyes returning to him because of the media attention the pair receive. so his training at the very least hasn't gone to waste. only two completely opposite directions. dabi has every intention of bringing all those barbs back up as he feels like. though there's something a little off putting about doing it to someone who's willingly putting himself into range of his burning aims. he always expected to beat the man down and see him crawl, protest, resist, pathetically beg, but this calm and collected person showing remorse and attempts to reach him while walking to him of his own accord... it's different than his years of dreaming and he's not sure he likes it as much.
then again, he's recovering from shell shock the entire affair's brought, so there's that. what he even plans to get out of these two weeks hasn't yet settled into his head. are they going to stay up here and just be a sorry father trying to talk to his angry son? maybe... there's the faintest wisp in his mind that he might be putting himself in danger. if endeavor's acting like he...
no. that's what he has to do up here. break through this falsehood endeavor's slathered over himself and get back to the truth beneath. reveal to him that there's no possibility for him to change. endeavor isn't the person he's currently pretending to be. enji todoroki is a man who cannot fucking change! there's no way he can break him with this unplanned, unprepared for trip. but he can prove to him that there's no escape from the past. no escape helpful enough or lie convincing enough to avoid the truth inside. the monster living within.]
Bullshit. [oh now that goes in a much better direction and the word slurs out of his mouth like a drug.] Ya can't even lift ya hand towards me now. This little mid-life identity crisis hit ya real bad, Endeavor. I heard ya couldn't attack Ending once he got a hold of ya other kid. And ya couldn't even move out on the battlefield when ya saw the truth for yourself/ [he rolls his shoulder in semblance of a shrug.] Only reason ya ain't dead now's cause I'd rather wipe ya out later.
[but for all his talk, his breath's starting to come shorter as the walk is drawing on him. his damn body's weakness has been ignored for a while now, but even his adrenaline can't push the lacking away forever. images of natsuo and shouto wander through his mind, knowing full well neither of them would have any trouble with this trek. bastards. the both of them.]
If course it's cause I hate ya. [dabi's eyes flash once in a gout of heat through his own body.] Ya took away everything I had, abandoned me like trash, fucking replaced me so ya didn't have to see ya greatest failure. But that wasn't enough for ya, was it. Cause of you, I died. Ya killed me and threw me away, focused on ya precious perfect puppet.
Why the hell wouldn't I want to let ya experience every bit of that wonderful life for yourself? [fog drifts out of his mouth, a sick smirk wandering across his lips.] I ain't doin much opposite ya. In fact, I'm doin exactly what ya always wanted me to do: I'm surpassing ya.
[it's over the next hill that the field dips down once more before rising into a larger hill, a squat black shape of the hexagonal outlook post sitting atop the mound like a capstone. to most people it'd look exactly like what it masquerades as: a radio tower monitor, Tending to the large skeletal tower beside it that broadcasts across the open fields around it. the villains dabi runs with use the spot as an overnight rest. not when being pursued because the building's so damn obvious a place to hide in. official workers come here too when the tower needs inspection, repairs, or adjustments, so it's pretty clandestine? that said, the tower's offline at the moment due to delayed work orders, so the post is safe for them to spend the night in.]
Ya wanted to save me? Ha, look at ya, tryin to convince yourself so much ya throwin the blame on me. [dabi starts down the hill, getting another faint wind at the sight of the outpost ahead.] Don't piss on my understandin, Endeavor. I knew whatcha were really doin. Ya didn't wanna save me. Ya wanted to save yourself the embarrassment of havin a failure follow ya, the time and effort it'd take to keep trainin me to be the "hero" ya told me i would be. Ya wanted to save yourself from havin to spend any less time around little Shouto than ya absolutely had to.
Ya knew I was burnin myself up, but all ya did was shove me off onto ya patheic wife. The fuck was she gonna do? Teach me not to do this?! [and abruptly shoves his hand up in front of endeavor's face. his skin flares into intense white heat, getting hotter and hotter until the staples embedded in dabi's flesh start to glow around the edges and the scent of cooking human flesh starts to waft from the scorched violet of his wrist. instantly he kills it and a faint wisp of smoke escapes from the abused seam between his scarred forearm and hand, leaving the seam raw and ever so faintly hissing.] Wish I coulda seen ya "save" other people like that. But nah, ya actually give more a shit bout them cause it'd ruin ya reputation. I was different. No one knew bout me cept for a handful of people who wouldn't dare say shit cause they were terrified of ya or respected ya position too much.
I understood what ya did. Ya laid the groundwork to kill me. Ya wanted me to die all on my own cause that was the only way ya could truly rid yaself of the thing ya hated most: me, ya shitty little failed experiment, destined to burn up to nothing. [dabi drops his arm.] I just wasn't doin it fast enough for ya.
[granted, what endeavor said was true, but dabi's practically incapable of seeing things the way they were, having spent over ten years living in his revenge-drenched messed up mind. which endeavor's getting a first-hand look at as it spills out of the villain's mouth. he's amazing at psychological warfare and twisting the truth to suit his needs. amazing enough he's done it to himself over and over. just as endeavor sees dabi as a completely different person than the touya he remembers, dabi sees his past as an entirely changed landscape than what he might otherwise have remembered it as.]
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Date: 11/22/21 05:30 (UTC)then again, he's recovering from shell shock the entire affair's brought, so there's that. what he even plans to get out of these two weeks hasn't yet settled into his head. are they going to stay up here and just be a sorry father trying to talk to his angry son? maybe... there's the faintest wisp in his mind that he might be putting himself in danger. if endeavor's acting like he...
no. that's what he has to do up here. break through this falsehood endeavor's slathered over himself and get back to the truth beneath. reveal to him that there's no possibility for him to change. endeavor isn't the person he's currently pretending to be. enji todoroki is a man who cannot fucking change! there's no way he can break him with this unplanned, unprepared for trip. but he can prove to him that there's no escape from the past. no escape helpful enough or lie convincing enough to avoid the truth inside. the monster living within.]
Bullshit. [oh now that goes in a much better direction and the word slurs out of his mouth like a drug.] Ya can't even lift ya hand towards me now. This little mid-life identity crisis hit ya real bad, Endeavor. I heard ya couldn't attack Ending once he got a hold of ya other kid. And ya couldn't even move out on the battlefield when ya saw the truth for yourself/ [he rolls his shoulder in semblance of a shrug.] Only reason ya ain't dead now's cause I'd rather wipe ya out later.
[but for all his talk, his breath's starting to come shorter as the walk is drawing on him. his damn body's weakness has been ignored for a while now, but even his adrenaline can't push the lacking away forever. images of natsuo and shouto wander through his mind, knowing full well neither of them would have any trouble with this trek. bastards. the both of them.]
If course it's cause I hate ya. [dabi's eyes flash once in a gout of heat through his own body.] Ya took away everything I had, abandoned me like trash, fucking replaced me so ya didn't have to see ya greatest failure. But that wasn't enough for ya, was it. Cause of you, I died. Ya killed me and threw me away, focused on ya precious perfect puppet.
Why the hell wouldn't I want to let ya experience every bit of that wonderful life for yourself? [fog drifts out of his mouth, a sick smirk wandering across his lips.] I ain't doin much opposite ya. In fact, I'm doin exactly what ya always wanted me to do: I'm surpassing ya.
[it's over the next hill that the field dips down once more before rising into a larger hill, a squat black shape of the hexagonal outlook post sitting atop the mound like a capstone. to most people it'd look exactly like what it masquerades as: a radio tower monitor, Tending to the large skeletal tower beside it that broadcasts across the open fields around it. the villains dabi runs with use the spot as an overnight rest. not when being pursued because the building's so damn obvious a place to hide in. official workers come here too when the tower needs inspection, repairs, or adjustments, so it's pretty clandestine? that said, the tower's offline at the moment due to delayed work orders, so the post is safe for them to spend the night in.]
Ya wanted to save me? Ha, look at ya, tryin to convince yourself so much ya throwin the blame on me. [dabi starts down the hill, getting another faint wind at the sight of the outpost ahead.] Don't piss on my understandin, Endeavor. I knew whatcha were really doin. Ya didn't wanna save me. Ya wanted to save yourself the embarrassment of havin a failure follow ya, the time and effort it'd take to keep trainin me to be the "hero" ya told me i would be. Ya wanted to save yourself from havin to spend any less time around little Shouto than ya absolutely had to.
Ya knew I was burnin myself up, but all ya did was shove me off onto ya patheic wife. The fuck was she gonna do? Teach me not to do this?! [and abruptly shoves his hand up in front of endeavor's face. his skin flares into intense white heat, getting hotter and hotter until the staples embedded in dabi's flesh start to glow around the edges and the scent of cooking human flesh starts to waft from the scorched violet of his wrist. instantly he kills it and a faint wisp of smoke escapes from the abused seam between his scarred forearm and hand, leaving the seam raw and ever so faintly hissing.] Wish I coulda seen ya "save" other people like that. But nah, ya actually give more a shit bout them cause it'd ruin ya reputation. I was different. No one knew bout me cept for a handful of people who wouldn't dare say shit cause they were terrified of ya or respected ya position too much.
I understood what ya did. Ya laid the groundwork to kill me. Ya wanted me to die all on my own cause that was the only way ya could truly rid yaself of the thing ya hated most: me, ya shitty little failed experiment, destined to burn up to nothing. [dabi drops his arm.] I just wasn't doin it fast enough for ya.
[granted, what endeavor said was true, but dabi's practically incapable of seeing things the way they were, having spent over ten years living in his revenge-drenched messed up mind. which endeavor's getting a first-hand look at as it spills out of the villain's mouth. he's amazing at psychological warfare and twisting the truth to suit his needs. amazing enough he's done it to himself over and over. just as endeavor sees dabi as a completely different person than the touya he remembers, dabi sees his past as an entirely changed landscape than what he might otherwise have remembered it as.]