[ keigo should have thought about that before he started playing with fire this way. dabi doesn't think half of it is the truth, but maybe keigo is so deep in it that even he can't tell anymore. dabi can't believe how fucked up this is.
he can't believe that even after all of this, he thinks maybe maybe keigo is telling the truth. there's so much evidence against him and so many holes, but dabi is still questioning it.
the worst part is when keigo throws out the ridiculous excuse that he could have been working with his handlers. ]
That's bullshit Keigo. Do ya even fuckin' hear yourself? Now you're tryin'a blame your lies on me? On whether I was working with them or not? That's a new fuckin' low, even for you.
[ he remembers this anger now. this feeling of deep, intense pain and betrayal. he remembers standing in keigo's penthouse, dread filling him the more that the other man explained jumbled truths with lies. dabi presses the heel of his palm into his eye, feeling like he's going to be sick.
if keigo touches him, he might burst into flames, because he's trying everything in his power to reel it in right now. he's so upset. ]
When he was brought up? Why the fuck did ya bring him up, Keigo?
[dabi lifts his head up to look at keigo, his sight still blurry and dizzy. but there are things he remembers now, coming back in small pieces. he remembers going back for keigo despite it all. but what happened then? more lies... an explosion. more lies. Endeavor. keigo having no good reason as to why he didn't tell dabi, but somehow coming up with an excuse for it now.]
Ya let me lead us back to the base even though ya knew there were traitors there, and that they had us under surveillance. Ya let me do it because I couldn't remember. I can't fuckin' believe this. Ya wanted me to get caught. Were ya gonna hand me over to Endeavor too?
[he can feel tendrils of smoke coming out from the stitched up parts of his body, and the smell of burning flesh that he knows is coming from him. he tries to push himself up again because he needs to get further away. he needs to get out of here, but he doesn't make it that far. it's only at the furthest wall that he stops, sliding down it and curling into a ball, head down against his knees as he tries to reel it all back in.
this is the end. he can feel it. it's the end of everything. maybe he should just let himself go out in a flaming fire like he should have so many years ago. that should have been his end.]
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Date: 2021-05-13 12:02 am (UTC)he can't believe that even after all of this, he thinks maybe maybe keigo is telling the truth. there's so much evidence against him and so many holes, but dabi is still questioning it.
the worst part is when keigo throws out the ridiculous excuse that he could have been working with his handlers. ]
That's bullshit Keigo. Do ya even fuckin' hear yourself? Now you're tryin'a blame your lies on me? On whether I was working with them or not? That's a new fuckin' low, even for you.
[ he remembers this anger now. this feeling of deep, intense pain and betrayal. he remembers standing in keigo's penthouse, dread filling him the more that the other man explained jumbled truths with lies. dabi presses the heel of his palm into his eye, feeling like he's going to be sick.
if keigo touches him, he might burst into flames, because he's trying everything in his power to reel it in right now. he's so upset. ]
When he was brought up? Why the fuck did ya bring him up, Keigo?
[dabi lifts his head up to look at keigo, his sight still blurry and dizzy. but there are things he remembers now, coming back in small pieces. he remembers going back for keigo despite it all. but what happened then? more lies... an explosion. more lies. Endeavor. keigo having no good reason as to why he didn't tell dabi, but somehow coming up with an excuse for it now.]
Ya let me lead us back to the base even though ya knew there were traitors there, and that they had us under surveillance. Ya let me do it because I couldn't remember. I can't fuckin' believe this. Ya wanted me to get caught. Were ya gonna hand me over to Endeavor too?
[he can feel tendrils of smoke coming out from the stitched up parts of his body, and the smell of burning flesh that he knows is coming from him. he tries to push himself up again because he needs to get further away. he needs to get out of here, but he doesn't make it that far. it's only at the furthest wall that he stops, sliding down it and curling into a ball, head down against his knees as he tries to reel it all back in.
this is the end. he can feel it. it's the end of everything. maybe he should just let himself go out in a flaming fire like he should have so many years ago. that should have been his end.]