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”I think Uwabami looks nice in that new poster of hers.”
”Why do you keep talking about heroes all of sudden? I know I call you poster boy, but this is too much, even for someone as patient as me!”
”Ah, yes, Dabi and patient in the same sentence, where have I ever heard that before!?”
”Judging by your reaction, I’d think nowhere.”
”Exactly! So let me talk about what I want, and leave me be!”
”You’re inside my head, how do I ’leave you be’”
”I don’t know, and don’t particularly care. Find a way to make it happen.”
”Fine, I’ll listen to you whine about Uwabami of all people.”
”You know what?”
”What?”
”After those words, I really don’t feel like talking to you anymore.”
”Really? Must be my lucky fucking day then.”
”…”
”…”
”We used to want to be a hero, didn’t we?”
”That wish and past are both as dead as my skin.”
”Are they, though? Are they really only ash? Do you think that they’re only ash? ”
”Yes they are…Endeavor made sure of that, and if that wasn’t enough, that fucking clinic sure did do a number on me.”
”We were supposed to be number one. We wanted to make a difference, do you remember that?”
”Well, look where wanting to be number one got you…hero boy.”
”You always ignore the brunt of my point. I hate dealing with you.”
”Really? I thought you loved it-OF COURSE YOU HATE DEALING WITH ME.”
”Geez, be a little louder, will you?”
”I think I’ll go burn down Uwabami agency for that. She only does beauty commercials anyway. I don’t see how that’s supposed to be heroic.”
”Here we go again. You should just smoke a cigarette and leave it at that.”
”…”
”Dabi! Are you seriously going to do it!?”
”…”
”Dabi! Answer me, you maniac bastard! Are you really going to do this?”
”…”
”Is this really what you want to be remembered for?”