This is my first excursion as a person. You'll have to forgive me if the adjustment isn't flawless.

( of course, nothing is ever "fair." of course, there's nothing like "goodness" or "justice" to rely on, only bleak unceasing reality. another scoff; it's just, fucking unbelievable, really, to hear such a lecture more than once—

and there could be a note worth taking in the way that dabi isn't the originator of these ires, just the one that stumbles across them after they've been seething and building through no fault of his own. such a thought is subsumed by frustrations long before it can ever hope to form, today, but maybe its ashes can lay the groundwork for something kinder, in a distant month. )

Some better questions for you to consider— did you sleep under a roof? Did you eat without digging it out of the dirt? Did you have friends, or dreams, or a name to be called by? ( the audible sound of a breath taken in. clearly, he isn't actually looking for answers. ) If you have a problem with me, have it with me. Don't play sadist and act like it makes you better or smarter than anyone else in this fucking shithole.