[ it is a familiar dance. one that keigo should know how to deal with by now, but maybe it's been too long. everything they built up together was shattered on that day as well.
as far as dabi is concerned, keigo is telling and giving the bare minimum here. even less so when he actually gets out of the car without hesitation. dabi can feel that familiar pain and feeling of betrayal welling up inside of him all over again. he isn't going to be nicer about it. keigo doesn't deserve nicer. he hasn't given dabi a damn reason for it.]
You're right. I shouldn't have even had to demand it. You should've offered the fuckin' truth up to me before I even had to go as far as demanding it. But ya didn't, so here we are.
[less of a dick... it's as if keigo doesn't know him at all anymore. maybe the truth of it was that he never really did. not with all those lies keigo was dolling out instead. keigo is throwing this chance away because he wants to be all high and mighty about it, and dabi wonders if this is just an out.
first keigo came back here again and tried to avoid seeing him, and now this. maybe wanting to see him and talk to him was never keigo's main goal in the first place.]
You're the only obstacle here, Keigo. You're the one who fuckin' threw us away. But I can see why. You don't actually wanna do this, do ya.
[Dabi knew it, of course. he knew it from the moment he found out Keigo had ratted them out. he was so angry that he attacked with full force, but even after all this time he had kept those memories of keigo with him as if they had been real. as if they were a part of his life where he actually felt something.
when keigo says he's the man he loves, it only feels like manipulation at this point. another knife to twist into his heart along with the slam of that door.
if being a hero meant that kind of abuse his father inflicted, and loving someone means betrayal, then he doesn't want any of those things.
dabi holds on to the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turn white. it's such an odd and stupid thing. such a small detail that this miserable simulation works up. keigo's words feel like a nail in his coffin. dabi wishes the simulation would take that feeling away just as much as it produces small, insignificant details.]
Can ya just do me one thing, Keigo? Just one other thing if ya ain't gonna talk to me. When you go back, can you get them to take me off'a this thing? Just... tell that piece'a shit everything if you gotta tell him. Or... I dunno. Make some shit up, you're good at that. Somethin' that'll get him to pull me outta here for good.
[he can feel the tears, but he doesn't care anymore. ]
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as far as dabi is concerned, keigo is telling and giving the bare minimum here. even less so when he actually gets out of the car without hesitation. dabi can feel that familiar pain and feeling of betrayal welling up inside of him all over again. he isn't going to be nicer about it. keigo doesn't deserve nicer. he hasn't given dabi a damn reason for it.]
You're right. I shouldn't have even had to demand it. You should've offered the fuckin' truth up to me before I even had to go as far as demanding it. But ya didn't, so here we are.
[less of a dick... it's as if keigo doesn't know him at all anymore. maybe the truth of it was that he never really did. not with all those lies keigo was dolling out instead. keigo is throwing this chance away because he wants to be all high and mighty about it, and dabi wonders if this is just an out.
first keigo came back here again and tried to avoid seeing him, and now this. maybe wanting to see him and talk to him was never keigo's main goal in the first place.]
You're the only obstacle here, Keigo. You're the one who fuckin' threw us away. But I can see why. You don't actually wanna do this, do ya.
[Dabi knew it, of course. he knew it from the moment he found out Keigo had ratted them out. he was so angry that he attacked with full force, but even after all this time he had kept those memories of keigo with him as if they had been real. as if they were a part of his life where he actually felt something.
when keigo says he's the man he loves, it only feels like manipulation at this point. another knife to twist into his heart along with the slam of that door.
if being a hero meant that kind of abuse his father inflicted, and loving someone means betrayal, then he doesn't want any of those things.
dabi holds on to the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turn white. it's such an odd and stupid thing. such a small detail that this miserable simulation works up. keigo's words feel like a nail in his coffin. dabi wishes the simulation would take that feeling away just as much as it produces small, insignificant details.]
Can ya just do me one thing, Keigo? Just one other thing if ya ain't gonna talk to me. When you go back, can you get them to take me off'a this thing? Just... tell that piece'a shit everything if you gotta tell him. Or... I dunno. Make some shit up, you're good at that. Somethin' that'll get him to pull me outta here for good.
[he can feel the tears, but he doesn't care anymore. ]