"The only monsters here are us." Shigaraki reminds, nodding his head to affirm that yeah. He does anything he wants just because he can, why is this any different? They're very different blood types, nurtured in its idea by the fact there's a nice glow that offsets, or did offset, the welcome glow of blue flames not aimed at him.

Crawled out may be an apt way to put it, Dabi should've been here for its inception. Conception? Inception. Whatever nightmare word matches the nightmares that Shigaraki has created. The gurgle dies down from the ceiling creature when they're out of reach and he shrugs his shoulders.

"Everything seems to be out of the usual. You're not wrong though, I am. Monsters that we control instead of ones that are wild. That doesn't sound like it could be fun? Handy even?" Let him make a hand joke it's fine. "It turns out I can use DNA to stem it, too. It doesn't have to come from just an object I'm trying to dream into reality. The more human I make them, the more sentient they are. Like your friend up there."