[ dabi knows that keigo has given him bits and pieces of the truth. big things perhaps, but not enough for dabi to know if any of it was really the truth or not. or maybe it's just the fact that keigo is a pro-hero that it's always been hard to believe him, but still.
all of this though... it feels like more than that. it feels like keigo finally telling him something solid and real. not just pieces of a name. something dabi can hold on to that isn't mixed up in ten other lies.
he listens, hands falling to his knees from his hair, and he can slowly feel the heat in his body shifting from catastrophic, to something more manageable.
and yet it's still hard to hear and hard to take in, because the truth is always ugly, and it's that ugliness that he thought led keigo to them in the first place. everything the commission had done to keigo is what drove him here. he wasn't sure if he could completely believe that before, but maybe.
god, he's weak to this bird. no matter how many lies there are, he wants to fucking believe him. ]
I don't wanna burn you. I don't want ya to go back to 'em either.
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all of this though... it feels like more than that. it feels like keigo finally telling him something solid and real. not just pieces of a name. something dabi can hold on to that isn't mixed up in ten other lies.
he listens, hands falling to his knees from his hair, and he can slowly feel the heat in his body shifting from catastrophic, to something more manageable.
and yet it's still hard to hear and hard to take in, because the truth is always ugly, and it's that ugliness that he thought led keigo to them in the first place. everything the commission had done to keigo is what drove him here. he wasn't sure if he could completely believe that before, but maybe.
god, he's weak to this bird. no matter how many lies there are, he wants to fucking believe him. ]
I don't wanna burn you. I don't want ya to go back to 'em either.