Do you remember what I said, when Shigaraki stabbed me through the gut? Stop trying to win this by yourself. But there was more on my mind. The reason I got impaled—is ‘cause my body moved on its own. Our whole lives I’ve looked down on you. You were quirkless, obviously way behind me. But somehow it always felt like you were ahead of me too. I hated that. I hoped you’d disappear. I didn’t want to accept you, so I bullied you, to make sure you’d stay away. I had to reject you so that I could feel superior. I needed to win, to beat you. Then we both got into UA, where not a single thing played out the way I wanted it to. Every day I was forced to see how strong you were—and how weak I was. Saying out loud doesn’t change a thing, but it’s how I feel, Izuku. I’m sorry for everything. You’ve made the right calls ever since you inherited one for all, followed the best path, acted like a real symbol—but I can see that you’re lost right now. You’ve hit a wall that you can’t overcome with ideals alone. So we’ll handle the things you can’t take care of yourself. In order to be our best selves, we’ll save you, the refugees at UA, and everyone else—anybody out there in need of a hero.