[so what? whether he's human, vessel, chimera, "god", or emotion incarnate, dabi lacks the capacity to care. a vengeful revenant looking at his power and emotional concern with all the acceptance of a burned-up wall. it has nothing to do with him unless allen decides he's going to step in his way. only then will dabi consider him worth some sort of action on his part, whether to use him to his advantage or remove him from his path. beyond that, allen is as relevant to his life as a stick in the forest fifty miles away. if he looks to cause the villain fear, he's failed. if he looks to cause the villain sorrow, he's failed. and if he sincerely desires to entice touya into some mote of healing or forgiveness in order to "save" him from himself... he's failed before he started.
the growth in power triggers not concern or warning, but irritation that what should've burned up long ago remains standing. he's pissed off plenty of things in his wretched lifetime. they all vanish eventually, either walking off on their own or blowing their ashes away in the hot breeze.
dabi's flames burst to either side of that shield, spilling apart as a stream of water against an obstacle. leaving the grounds around them scorched and igniting another section of the house and gardens into an azure inferno. turquoise eyes narrow at the way the cloak around him seems to be repairing itself. more defense, rejuvenation, a semi-immortal monster who masquerades itself in the image of bastard between holy saint and emaciated pierrot. watching it rise and regroup, as if to show him that his attempts before were all for naught. fucking beast...
he pissed allen off. again, the response of his expression reads an uninterested "so what" as he regards the man in front of him.]
Bark bark. Preach your tyrannical heroism to someone who gives a shit.
[dabi drops both arms to his sides and fire coils in his hands, twisting like serpents set aflame as they collect into roiling orbs within his hands. crawling upward, burning onto his arms and shoulders before flaring outward in arcs. fire spews from the soles of his feet, carpeting the floor in another sea-like conflagration and crawling up his legs as his entire body goes up in immolation. hell around them roars in fury, a great and terrible hatred that refuses to be quenched by some stranger's haphazard attempt at using "kindness" as an excuse to control like a despot.]
He replaced me.
[everything twists and dabi throws both arms to the side, causing the entire furnace around them to spiral. from sweltering walls to a raging tornado of azure damnation, intending to cook this bastard alive by the sheer heat alone. once you've had your very existence wiped away to the point of questioning why you were even born, not out of a sense of vocational purpose, but out of the despairing dread that there's no more meaning to stay alive in the world because some perfect puppet was born and took every damn thing that made you "you" away from you, stripped your identity, your power, your relationship, your reason for being created...
and if you're going to tell him he should be "fine" with that, then you're no longer a human, you ceaseless void of an empty soulless husk.]
I don't recall askin for ya opinion. So do somethin useful and get the hell outta my mind.
[excuse you, but he was doing just fine in this weird ass world before he killed a butterfly. even got along just fine with shouto in their own distanced way. this is touya's emotions inside that allen's talking to, raw and unfettered, not bound by the "circumstances" either of them are in. don't bring the world inside like it's got some "place" as rationale in this fight. you wanted to look in his soul, in his hate and rage, at his revenge; well now you're staring straight into the fire.]
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the growth in power triggers not concern or warning, but irritation that what should've burned up long ago remains standing. he's pissed off plenty of things in his wretched lifetime. they all vanish eventually, either walking off on their own or blowing their ashes away in the hot breeze.
dabi's flames burst to either side of that shield, spilling apart as a stream of water against an obstacle. leaving the grounds around them scorched and igniting another section of the house and gardens into an azure inferno. turquoise eyes narrow at the way the cloak around him seems to be repairing itself. more defense, rejuvenation, a semi-immortal monster who masquerades itself in the image of bastard between holy saint and emaciated pierrot. watching it rise and regroup, as if to show him that his attempts before were all for naught. fucking beast...
he pissed allen off. again, the response of his expression reads an uninterested "so what" as he regards the man in front of him.]
Bark bark. Preach your tyrannical heroism to someone who gives a shit.
[dabi drops both arms to his sides and fire coils in his hands, twisting like serpents set aflame as they collect into roiling orbs within his hands. crawling upward, burning onto his arms and shoulders before flaring outward in arcs. fire spews from the soles of his feet, carpeting the floor in another sea-like conflagration and crawling up his legs as his entire body goes up in immolation. hell around them roars in fury, a great and terrible hatred that refuses to be quenched by some stranger's haphazard attempt at using "kindness" as an excuse to control like a despot.]
He replaced me.
[everything twists and dabi throws both arms to the side, causing the entire furnace around them to spiral. from sweltering walls to a raging tornado of azure damnation, intending to cook this bastard alive by the sheer heat alone. once you've had your very existence wiped away to the point of questioning why you were even born, not out of a sense of vocational purpose, but out of the despairing dread that there's no more meaning to stay alive in the world because some perfect puppet was born and took every damn thing that made you "you" away from you, stripped your identity, your power, your relationship, your reason for being created...
and if you're going to tell him he should be "fine" with that, then you're no longer a human, you ceaseless void of an empty soulless husk.]
I don't recall askin for ya opinion. So do somethin useful and get the hell outta my mind.
[excuse you, but he was doing just fine in this weird ass world before he killed a butterfly. even got along just fine with shouto in their own distanced way. this is touya's emotions inside that allen's talking to, raw and unfettered, not bound by the "circumstances" either of them are in. don't bring the world inside like it's got some "place" as rationale in this fight. you wanted to look in his soul, in his hate and rage, at his revenge; well now you're staring straight into the fire.]