[ more than anything, dabi wishes keigo still had his voice. he could explain all of this normally and not leave dabi stewing in all this anger, with all these questions. then again, he's pretty sure that even when keigo did have his voice he was slow to tell him the truth.

that's why they're in this mess in the first place.

but enough is enough. too much has happened now and keigo knows his name. he knows who he is, and dabi feels angry and betrayed. he needs answers. he knows he won't like them, but he's already setting himself up for it. the truth has to come out, no matter what it is.

What Keigo does tell him has dabi tensing up more. The only thing worse than keigo knowing his name would be if it turned out he was a spy. ]

If that's true, why didn't ya fuckin' tell me! Ya didn't fuckin' wanna fall into their trap ya should've fuckin' told me! How the hell am I supposed to believe you now? How do I know you're not actually the fuckin' spy they set ya up to be?

[the tracking device, skeptic, something about endeavor that he can't quite remember but it's there, kicking around in his murky memories. if he felt like he was suffocating before, now he's drowning on top of it and he can feel his insides heating up painfully. he doesn't know what to do.

he pushes himself up, swaying hard, but he needs to put some space between them.]

Why didn't ya fuckin' tell me!

[he yells, but it's too much for his body. he coughs, wrapping his arms around himself and he collapses back down onto his knees, shaking his head.]

How'd ya find out? There's no fuckin' way ya figured out who I am from a goddamn throw away comment about my dad. Just tell me the truth Keigo.