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"Another hero." By all means it wasn't just any hero. It was a pro hero. The ability to deactivate a quirk just by staring at them. Of course his ability left him with the inability to blink if the lady wanted to keep from burning to a crisp that is. A small amused smirk showing on his lips. It was almost like Dabi was traveling alone now than with the league of villains like before." I wouldn't mind playing a bit with you. I was getting a bit bored there."
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@-ERASERR "And that's the point. Why be better than him when I can simply erase his miserable life from the face of the planet. Why be a hero when you know your too broken inside to broken to give a shit about anyone other than yourself? I tried to be a hero once. It just didn't work out for me. Not when I realized I was hurting the other heroes. If theres anyone you should be blaming for what I became.." he paused to slowly look up at her. His eyes were almost white for how small his iris and pupil got. His body completely covered in her scarf." Blame Endeavor." Every few minutes he'd try his quirk to see if it worked. After minute he was the most silent he had ever been in this encounter. His eyes remained small and unstable looking with his glare he gave the teacher. His eyelid would twitch and pull at his staples he wore around his face. He was a victim. A monster that dug himself into a deeper hole the moment he was out of the house. If anything Endeavor was the villain in his eyes and Dabi was going to be the hero to his family by removing him from the equation. That's all he wanted. Out of all the other heroes deaths Endeavor was the grand finale in it.
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@UNSTAPLEISMS “ so you played right into his hands then. if you hated your father so much, why didn’t you try to be something better than he ever was? choosing this path shows him that he won. he made you this way, and you continue to act like the animal that he treated you as. ” aizawa sighed at the boy. she never really thought she would have to bring up a hero, much less endeavor at that. he wasn’t necessarily the best sign of a hero, but he certainly was trying. at least he didn’t kill anyone like his son had chosen to do. “ nobody is going to kill you, not unless it was a strenuous situation and you were risking too many lives. we don’t blindly kill as you do, because then that would make us the villain, ” she explained as she walked closer to him, wrapping the scarf around his body to tightly secure him.
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@-ERASERR His eyes shook." I'm being what he made me. Treat the dog like an animal it's going to act like one." He spat at her. He was a mentally broken boy. By ways when he used to be a hero he'd hold back his anger like a well. Cry when he wasn't being looked at. Now he freely took out his anger on others. Committed mass genocide on many heroes with no mercy. He killed Snatch and five other people in a alleyway. He'd happily kill her if he wasn't stabbed and brought down. He looked like a mad dog. He couldn't cry but if he could. He'd be doing it right about now. But a long time ago he replaced crying with hysteria. Laughter than the salty tears he could no longer give. He didn't want forgiveness but he sure as hell wanted closure from the life he used to live. He couldn't stand at the moment. His blueish green eyes almost glew. " Why don't you kill me then? Huh!? Use that fancy cloth of yours to finish the job!? After all what mercy is prison when I killed so many of your pathetic comrades."
