"I don't need lessons on heroics from you." Is he a little irritable? Maybe. "I'm aware of what I've done." He's right, and he knows he's right... for a moment as he glances at Dabi he sees red eyes, not blue. He feels the familiar pounding in his head as he hears a familiar voice -
"We are the stories we tell ourselves. The brave hero, the tortured soul, the altruist, the pragmatist.." He smirks and shakes off the feeling, knowing that Fray would be amused at his friendship with a villain. "What kind of hero are you?" he can hear the dark knight saying. But Fray isn't here - not without the soul crystal. Is he?
Now's not the time for quiet introspection - or even bloody introspection. He's done the latter more than once. But it's hard, hearing Dabi say words that he's used to only hearing from another, so distant and yet so familiar. He huffs and stabs into the beast's back, using the sword like a climbing piton and leaping up to the back of its neck. He slits the thing's throat with ease and jumps off, landing slightly awkwardly as he hears the pained groans of the monster and the sound of its body hitting the ground.
He doesn't look at Dabi. He just looks at the stones of the street in front of him, spacing out for a moment. "Serve... save... slave... slay..." He hears the words again and presses a hand to his head. What in the world is going on? He shakes his head a bit and lets out a long breath. He can't keep doing this...
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"We are the stories we tell ourselves. The brave hero, the tortured soul, the altruist, the pragmatist.." He smirks and shakes off the feeling, knowing that Fray would be amused at his friendship with a villain. "What kind of hero are you?" he can hear the dark knight saying. But Fray isn't here - not without the soul crystal. Is he?
Now's not the time for quiet introspection - or even bloody introspection. He's done the latter more than once. But it's hard, hearing Dabi say words that he's used to only hearing from another, so distant and yet so familiar. He huffs and stabs into the beast's back, using the sword like a climbing piton and leaping up to the back of its neck. He slits the thing's throat with ease and jumps off, landing slightly awkwardly as he hears the pained groans of the monster and the sound of its body hitting the ground.
He doesn't look at Dabi. He just looks at the stones of the street in front of him, spacing out for a moment. "Serve... save... slave... slay..." He hears the words again and presses a hand to his head. What in the world is going on? He shakes his head a bit and lets out a long breath. He can't keep doing this...