A welcome invitation isn't something one can exactly pass up- especially now that the sirens were so unbelievably close that it was likely the police were already there, pounding up the flights of stairs to get him. But what do you do when the person you must kill is the person you always swore you'd die for?

"Tell me," Hawks' voice is like honey- smooth and almost sickly sweet, "What do you like about me the most?" Dabi can see that shit eating grin, even if he wasn't looking at the hero- the smugness dripping off of that question is nearly enough to make him drown. For a fleeting heartbeat, Dabi mulls over how it would feel to drown in a vat of honey. He concludes that it couldn't be the worst way to go.