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”Have you looked at the leaves recently?”
”What about them? They look the same as they always do?”
”Well yes, but aren’t they beautiful?”
”I guess, but why would I get attached to something so fleeting?”
”…”
”What?”
”Fleeting, huh?”
”If you have something to say, just say it.”
”We are fleeting. We’ll die soon enough from our own flames.”
”What ’we’? The only person to die will be me. You’re just a hallucination in my brain.”
”Yes. So I’ll die with you, in your brain.”
”Why are you so obsessed with waxing poetic, brat?”
”We used to like poetry, didn’t we?”
”Whatever. All we wrote was some overused tropes and shit, they sucked.”
”Did they really, or do you just want to bury your past in full.”
”Shut it.”
”…”
”…”
”We really are like the changing seasons. Winter into spring, spring into summer, summer into autumn and autumn into winter.”
”Shut.”
”What? You don’t like me saying the truth?”
”Do you want me to say that were in the autumn tide of our life, hero brat?”
”…You said it, not me.”
”Fuck you, you actually tricked me into saying that shit.”
”Well, well, well, looks like the A-rank villain Dabi can be made to admit things that he doesn’t like, can’t he?”
”Why can’t you leave me alone?”
”Because I can’t.”
”And why is that you ’can’t’, brat?”
”Well, crazy, no matter how much you change or how far you try to outrun your past and who you used to be before all this, you’ll still need some concience to keep you from falling completly off the deep end.”
”Don’t talk to me like that. You don’t have the right.”
”Don’t I?”
”Don’t turn my own words against me, hero boy!”
”Whatever you say…”
”I don’t like that tone of voice, brat.”
”…”
”…”
”…”
”Brat?”
”The changing leaves truly are beautiful.”