[Enji doesn't know what else to do when everything he says to Dabi seems to be dismissed just as soon as it leaves his mouth. There's almost no point in arguing when the other party is not even willing to accept another view of the situation. He takes a deep breath when Dabi leaves him to his feelings and rubs his hand through his hair in frustration before sitting himself down properly and unzipping the duffle bag he brought along with him.
Even if he's not currently focused on Dabi, he's still listening as he sorts through his things, looking for something in particular. The sound of heavy boots hitting a keyboard bring his attention to there being a computer in the room, and he wonders if there's a connection. He shakes his head, reminding himself that there's no one he needs to reach out to. No one that would help him with (or agree with) his current mission. If he could even call it that.]
I told you already. I screwed up. If I could go back and do it right, I would have never put that on you. Or Shouto. [Although in that instance, he's certain his youngest didn't want to be a hero because of his father. He wanted to be one as soon as he set eyes on All Might. Enji knows he's not that kind of hero, he'd never be. Sure he might strike fear into the souls of villains from time to time but he didn't have the personality to inspire the population. He couldn't even inspire his own son. Well, not that one.
He picks up a small photograph that he still has of Touya as a child and glances over to Dabi who's smoking a cigarette and only barely paying Enji much mind. Yet he still has the courtesy to throw him the cigarettes. Why the hell not? It's not like he has to be in good shape for anything anymore. He lights up with his fingertip and takes in a drag.]
Obviously knowing what I know now, I would do that. I don't know why I didn't. I guess I thought you'd take any positive response from me as encouragement to put yourself in danger. [He gets to his feet and walks over to Dabi, tossing him the photo the way someone might rudely fling down money to pay for something when they didn't want to be bothered with getting change back. It's Touya as a baby, no older than a year or two. Enji is mid-push up and Touya is seated on his back with his little baby hands with fistfuls of his father's hair.
His eyes focus on Dabi trying to demonstrate something, but it's not going too well.] It's easier to shape a bigger flame. [Enji says, holding out his own hand palm up to have a handful of fire form the shape of a big blossoming flower.] Start big and work your way down.
I don't know what it feels like, but I can guess. I can do it too, you know. [Blue flames, he means. But it takes a lot out of him and causes him to overheat faster than he usually would.] Do you even feel it anymore? [He closes his fist to smother the flower, then puts out his half-smoked cigarette.]
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Even if he's not currently focused on Dabi, he's still listening as he sorts through his things, looking for something in particular. The sound of heavy boots hitting a keyboard bring his attention to there being a computer in the room, and he wonders if there's a connection. He shakes his head, reminding himself that there's no one he needs to reach out to. No one that would help him with (or agree with) his current mission. If he could even call it that.]
I told you already. I screwed up. If I could go back and do it right, I would have never put that on you. Or Shouto. [Although in that instance, he's certain his youngest didn't want to be a hero because of his father. He wanted to be one as soon as he set eyes on All Might. Enji knows he's not that kind of hero, he'd never be. Sure he might strike fear into the souls of villains from time to time but he didn't have the personality to inspire the population. He couldn't even inspire his own son. Well, not that one.
He picks up a small photograph that he still has of Touya as a child and glances over to Dabi who's smoking a cigarette and only barely paying Enji much mind. Yet he still has the courtesy to throw him the cigarettes. Why the hell not? It's not like he has to be in good shape for anything anymore. He lights up with his fingertip and takes in a drag.]
Obviously knowing what I know now, I would do that. I don't know why I didn't. I guess I thought you'd take any positive response from me as encouragement to put yourself in danger. [He gets to his feet and walks over to Dabi, tossing him the photo the way someone might rudely fling down money to pay for something when they didn't want to be bothered with getting change back. It's Touya as a baby, no older than a year or two. Enji is mid-push up and Touya is seated on his back with his little baby hands with fistfuls of his father's hair.
His eyes focus on Dabi trying to demonstrate something, but it's not going too well.] It's easier to shape a bigger flame. [Enji says, holding out his own hand palm up to have a handful of fire form the shape of a big blossoming flower.] Start big and work your way down.
I don't know what it feels like, but I can guess. I can do it too, you know. [Blue flames, he means. But it takes a lot out of him and causes him to overheat faster than he usually would.] Do you even feel it anymore? [He closes his fist to smother the flower, then puts out his half-smoked cigarette.]