"They seem to be able to influence this place, but not outright control it." Likely because each of them can stand against the other and thus the balance of power spreads between them. Only a matter of time before something tips and someone tries to claim more than they should have.

Dabi watches the liquid in front of him, finger still wandering circles around the rim. Tempting. He could leave everything behind. Drop his entire life and go somewhere else. Truly escape.

But... could he live with himself is the real question. Knowing what's left behind at home, what can't happen while he's gone. He brings his drink closer, shoulders rounding.

"There's someone I gotta destroy back home."

First time he's ever been honest with Nara'a.