[ Ugghhh, this guy... Allen grimaces slightly at that barb again, "heroism", but doesn't rise to it.
It's more ragged than before as it reforms and binds more protectively around him, but Crown Clown is still standing. "A semi-immortal monster who masquerades itself in the image of bastard between holy saint and emaciated pierrot..." It's so funny as you aren't wrong at all, Dabi. Even Allen would admit it, with his memories back in full, and has been told that before. It is a monster -- one of "two" inside him.
But it's a monster that lets him help people.
His expression clears slightly at that though, the answer unexpected. Replaced him? He can figure out enough of that from context earlier and the young Touya's desperate need to be a hero and impress his father, and having seen Shouto's own abilities as nature as someone even Allen admitted made him heroic when he actually kind of hates the idea of "professional" heroes, but... ]
How could he replace you when you're standing right here? [ It actually isn't glib. His tone is actually sincere, that moment of realization but also surprise making his anger subside. And he holds where he is with that shield still held up.
The cracks in his face are spreading slowly as the fire whirls up around them, like a porcelain mask that's been superheated for too long, but he isn't paying it any mind. ]
Even if you think he replaced you to someone back then... why would you want to let that be how you define yourself? You're both completely different people who can try to make something new. [ No wind-milling, no rage, even no judgement. Just that clear sort of slight surprise still, the bright blue of the flames reflecting in his own pale eyes like a mirror.
He takes a step closer. Not even a full one, because it's hard to move like this. The strength of those feels -- it makes the air heavy. But a decisive one nonetheless. ]
And I am trying to help you. What do you think corruption is? [ He leans forward, earnest. Why won't it sink into your thick skull. ]
It amplifies your own negative feelings. Even if you avoid anything that spills blood... it's just going to happen again if you keep holding onto this.
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It's more ragged than before as it reforms and binds more protectively around him, but Crown Clown is still standing. "A semi-immortal monster who masquerades itself in the image of bastard between holy saint and emaciated pierrot..." It's so funny as you aren't wrong at all, Dabi. Even Allen would admit it, with his memories back in full, and has been told that before. It is a monster -- one of "two" inside him.
But it's a monster that lets him help people.
His expression clears slightly at that though, the answer unexpected. Replaced him? He can figure out enough of that from context earlier and the young Touya's desperate need to be a hero and impress his father, and having seen Shouto's own abilities as nature as someone even Allen admitted made him heroic when he actually kind of hates the idea of "professional" heroes, but... ]
How could he replace you when you're standing right here? [ It actually isn't glib. His tone is actually sincere, that moment of realization but also surprise making his anger subside. And he holds where he is with that shield still held up.
The cracks in his face are spreading slowly as the fire whirls up around them, like a porcelain mask that's been superheated for too long, but he isn't paying it any mind. ]
Even if you think he replaced you to someone back then... why would you want to let that be how you define yourself? You're both completely different people who can try to make something new. [ No wind-milling, no rage, even no judgement. Just that clear sort of slight surprise still, the bright blue of the flames reflecting in his own pale eyes like a mirror.
He takes a step closer. Not even a full one, because it's hard to move like this. The strength of those feels -- it makes the air heavy. But a decisive one nonetheless. ]
And I am trying to help you. What do you think corruption is? [ He leans forward, earnest. Why won't it sink into your thick skull. ]
It amplifies your own negative feelings. Even if you avoid anything that spills blood... it's just going to happen again if you keep holding onto this.