"Good luck. Pretty sure only everyone here's asked that question. And if the "gods" can't answer cause they don't know..." Dabi shrugs his shoulders and tilts his head back to down the rest of his drink. It lands back on the table with a thud in his fist and he smirks twistedly at the man across from him. "Find out and you'll be this world's hero."

Rebuilding. What comes after a war. Dabi leans back in his seat, resting his arms behind his head. Citizens fled, military in charge, empty ruined cities... sounds like what's gonna be in store for his nation once the war finally kicks off. So many empty neighborhoods already. Noticing Nara'a's wince, Dabi closes his eyes in thought. "Sounds like a real fucked up place right now."