[ The cold spreads. It starts in his chest and blooms out in all directions. Soon, his fingers lose their grip on the sheets and the agony in his chest recedes amid the crackling ice. His heartbeat slows along with his breathing, but it's familiar, comforting even, to be embraced by a winter storm. It helps open up his throat enough to speak, no longer clogged by emotions that render him useless. ]
I don't hate you.
[ You see, he also learned how not to feel. That was the thing that Endeavor taught him. The gift his mother left him with. A way to hold back the firestorm raging through him until he snuffed it out completely. Endeavor was livid when he stopped using his fire. Shouto couldn't even feel happy about it. The same way he couldn't feel happy about his brother killing his friends and innocent bystanders. ]
... But I can't accept you killing my friends either or innocent victims.
It's so good! I just kept looking at the flapping cape! Almost like a hero Cape!!! XD
I don't hate you.
[ You see, he also learned how not to feel. That was the thing that Endeavor taught him. The gift his mother left him with. A way to hold back the firestorm raging through him until he snuffed it out completely. Endeavor was livid when he stopped using his fire. Shouto couldn't even feel happy about it. The same way he couldn't feel happy about his brother killing his friends and innocent bystanders. ]
... But I can't accept you killing my friends either or innocent victims.
[ His line in the sand. ]