Urusei... All that time spent seeking out the "right" way to do something (according to whose idea of "right" in the first place) and heroes ignore the cost their loitering indecision takes on those around them. So naive to look at it as "eager to kill" instead of eliminating the most destructive variable to save the rest as quickly as possible. One life for many. Protect. Defend. Ain't that what heroes are taught? Nah... they're taught way more unrealistic idealism than that.
Naivety. Fear. Stubbornness. Pride. Idiocy. It's a factor of any of those and Dabi's seen it in many heroes over his life. There is no concrete "when" to decide that necessity of death; it's determined by each person and the current circumstances. Villains simply have a far easier time of making that determination. It's amazing what you can do when you stop caring so much. Too bad heroes don't care what they leave behind or sacrifice in their aim to make those idealistic fallacies reality.
"'We'?" Dabi glances over his shoulder, eyes narrowed and cold as ice despite the flames roaring across his features. A single-word answer that summarizes every response he needs to make towards Midoirya. He wants higher? That's easily done. The plume of fire abruptly floods with more power, bulging at the base like a flower before erupting upward with an even thicker width and hotter temperatures, rushing towards the beast's head in order to swallow it completely. Sand immediately flash melts into molten glass around its base and hunters nearby are forced to retreat as the heat starts to fry at their skin and clothes.
"DABI!! ARE YOU MAD?!" One of the hunters behind him rages at the back of his head in stunned frustration.
Two things happen at once. A snake of smoke seeps from the seam of Dabi's scarred wrist and he immediately cuts the flames in annoyance, putting a hand over his wrist. Doesn't hurt, of course, but he's not about to wreck himself for this shit. The elation of proving a point overrode his limitation focus for a moment. That's fine. The creature's lower half should be little more than ash by now, nothing left to save even if it could drag its upper half away from the flames.
But when Izuku pulls at its head, the creature---the entire beast---hauls out of the blue bonfire, much to Dabi's annoyance. It hits the ground at the base of the cliff, chittering and bubbling in pain and anger even as what look like petals of carapace begin to unfold from its burned lower half. Clasping like scales around its scorched, smoking flesh, the new emissions begin to fold around it as tentacles curl inward and the creature lowers its head. Tucking into itself, one petal after another wraps and folds, layering the beast inside like a collapsing and building chrysanthemum bloom in reverse. Until finally the entire thing becomes a flower-bud like structure anchored to the side of the cliff face below Midoriya's position.
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Naivety. Fear. Stubbornness. Pride. Idiocy. It's a factor of any of those and Dabi's seen it in many heroes over his life. There is no concrete "when" to decide that necessity of death; it's determined by each person and the current circumstances. Villains simply have a far easier time of making that determination. It's amazing what you can do when you stop caring so much. Too bad heroes don't care what they leave behind or sacrifice in their aim to make those idealistic fallacies reality.
"'We'?" Dabi glances over his shoulder, eyes narrowed and cold as ice despite the flames roaring across his features. A single-word answer that summarizes every response he needs to make towards Midoirya. He wants higher? That's easily done. The plume of fire abruptly floods with more power, bulging at the base like a flower before erupting upward with an even thicker width and hotter temperatures, rushing towards the beast's head in order to swallow it completely. Sand immediately flash melts into molten glass around its base and hunters nearby are forced to retreat as the heat starts to fry at their skin and clothes.
"DABI!! ARE YOU MAD?!" One of the hunters behind him rages at the back of his head in stunned frustration.
Two things happen at once. A snake of smoke seeps from the seam of Dabi's scarred wrist and he immediately cuts the flames in annoyance, putting a hand over his wrist. Doesn't hurt, of course, but he's not about to wreck himself for this shit. The elation of proving a point overrode his limitation focus for a moment. That's fine. The creature's lower half should be little more than ash by now, nothing left to save even if it could drag its upper half away from the flames.
But when Izuku pulls at its head, the creature---the entire beast---hauls out of the blue bonfire, much to Dabi's annoyance. It hits the ground at the base of the cliff, chittering and bubbling in pain and anger even as what look like petals of carapace begin to unfold from its burned lower half. Clasping like scales around its scorched, smoking flesh, the new emissions begin to fold around it as tentacles curl inward and the creature lowers its head. Tucking into itself, one petal after another wraps and folds, layering the beast inside like a collapsing and building chrysanthemum bloom in reverse. Until finally the entire thing becomes a flower-bud like structure anchored to the side of the cliff face below Midoriya's position.