"More a fragile balance, but yeah." Stalemate would also work. He doesn't trust the balance to stay for too much longer. There's something in the air that seems to be fraying. Can't put his finger on it, but the feeling is there.

Dabi's eyes linger on the bar in front of him, unseeingly taking in the different bottles of liquor illuminated by the light behind them. Lost in some momentary thought before finally getting drawn back by Nara'a's agreement and tale. He glances to the man again. "More heroics, huh. Is it the same guy that went crazy?" The one they went into the void for and yeah.

He easily shelves his own tale and listens instead to Nara'a's. "Sounds like ya have to go home first before you'd be able to apply that here." Can't do work on reliable transport elsewhere. "I know some people won't want to leave this place. They're dead back home." Very easy reason not to want to leave.