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"i like to think of myself as peaceful, even with my quirk," miyoko said, glancing over at him through the smoke. "do you think i'm peaceful, patchwork?"
dabi took another drag from his cigarette. "you can't truly call yourself 'peaceful' unless you're capable of great acts of violence," he exhaled. "if you're not capable of violence, you're not peaceful, you're harmless. important distinction." he leaned back. "but what would i know?"
miyoko had believed in heroes, in justice, in the system that promised to protect everyone with a smile. she'd walked into u.a. high school with stars in her eyes and taking all might's words to heart.
but stars burn out.
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