[ It's more or less an actual question. The pieces he's being given don't make the picture real easy to put together, but Tomura can surmise a hazy one. The only possibility for Todoroki to witness Dabi being tended to... It's an obvious conclusion to reach.
It's not unexpected. They've already lost two to heroes, and every one of them understood the unspoken risk that they could be next. They weren't unprepared for death, nor to rot away in a cell in the equivalent to death—they weren't unprepared for it to happen to someone else. They wouldn't allow that to rattle their resolve—not faced with the sacrifices of their own, who fought with every drop of blood and every last breath to bring them as far as they did.
Resolve is strengthened by anger. Anger flares hotly in Tomura, bursts against the confines of his skin, begging to be released to make its own way towards peace. With whatever presence of mind he still has, he throws his phone aside before Decay touches it, slams his hands down against the coffee table instead. It cracks and disintegrates near-instantly, and it's—not enough, nowhere near enough, and it's his only regret that Todoroki hadn't told him this in person. Such a fucking shame.
If Todoroki was looking to aim for his heart, he wouldn't find it. The hate will drive Tomura on, just as it always has—every failure, every loss is fuel for his will, making it ever more imperative that he succeed. For every one of them that couldn't, for every one that would never come back.
When he retrieves his (remarkably sturdy) phone, the words that breeze onto the screen come coldly. ]
you think you're gaining ground in this war, is that it? do you even understand what bullshit you're peddling? coming here to talk up your brother before saying you've sealed his fate and thrown him into the dungeon anyway. safe? what a fucking joke. some family you are.
hold on to those events you said you've seen. they'll be your last glimmer of hope before it all turns to dust. I'll make sure of it. every prisoner you've taken, every life you've saved, I'll change it personally - until you're left standing in the ruins of your society, wondering how you could have failed so spectacularly.
that's my promise to you, todoroki. the next time I see you, I'll kill you.
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[ It's more or less an actual question. The pieces he's being given don't make the picture real easy to put together, but Tomura can surmise a hazy one. The only possibility for Todoroki to witness Dabi being tended to... It's an obvious conclusion to reach.
It's not unexpected. They've already lost two to heroes, and every one of them understood the unspoken risk that they could be next. They weren't unprepared for death, nor to rot away in a cell in the equivalent to death—they weren't unprepared for it to happen to someone else. They wouldn't allow that to rattle their resolve—not faced with the sacrifices of their own, who fought with every drop of blood and every last breath to bring them as far as they did.
Resolve is strengthened by anger. Anger flares hotly in Tomura, bursts against the confines of his skin, begging to be released to make its own way towards peace. With whatever presence of mind he still has, he throws his phone aside before Decay touches it, slams his hands down against the coffee table instead. It cracks and disintegrates near-instantly, and it's—not enough, nowhere near enough, and it's his only regret that Todoroki hadn't told him this in person. Such a fucking shame.
If Todoroki was looking to aim for his heart, he wouldn't find it. The hate will drive Tomura on, just as it always has—every failure, every loss is fuel for his will, making it ever more imperative that he succeed. For every one of them that couldn't, for every one that would never come back.
When he retrieves his (remarkably sturdy) phone, the words that breeze onto the screen come coldly. ]
you think you're gaining ground in this war, is that it? do you even understand what bullshit you're peddling? coming here to talk up your brother before saying you've sealed his fate and thrown him into the dungeon anyway. safe? what a fucking joke. some family you are.
hold on to those events you said you've seen. they'll be your last glimmer of hope before it all turns to dust. I'll make sure of it. every prisoner you've taken, every life you've saved, I'll change it personally - until you're left standing in the ruins of your society, wondering how you could have failed so spectacularly.
that's my promise to you, todoroki. the next time I see you, I'll kill you.