[ the more he hears the worse it gets. but it's like all the fake walls come crumbling down. before this he was aimless but he had hope. hope that he'd wake up or get out of here or somehow escape.

what could he possibly escape to now if he really is dead? nothing.

nothing.

hearing that his family chose his appearance only angers him more, and he growls, pulling his hand back to let out a burst of flames that are no longer there. he punches the wall instead, so hard that he should bleed, but of course he doesn't bleed. it barely even hurts at all. ]

The fuck do I know what kinda Quirks you assholes have got?!

[he growls, then pulls back, letting go of keigo completely. he takes a few steps back, looking down at his arms, his hands. he realizes he's shaking a bit, because of course he is. it's not every day you hear you're dead, especially from someone you started to care about, who ended up betraying you so completely.

but then he shakes his head. he doesn't want to do it. not here, not now, not in front of him. his hands clench into fists and he looks at keigo darkly again.]

I don't fuckin' believe you. I ain't dead. You're just fucking with me all over again. Get the fuck away from me before I find a way to kill you.