[there are elements of that fight he doesn't know, but he's at least aware shouto defeated dabi once before the villain managed to escape to endeavor. beyond that, all he knows is the endeavor was still alive and dabi hadn't died. everything else was background noise behind midoriya's battle with shigaraki and his own rush to save all might, then facing off against the brat that was now all for one. endeavor and hawks didn't finish him off, but he was rewinding every second... all he had to do was hold all for one at bay just long enough to let him do himself in. and not die in the process.
does he feel like telling dabi all of that? not really. not right now at least. better to rub his failure in his face so he can get a reality check to revenge. aka: it's pointless. all of dabi's machinations and intents led to the only outcome he didn't want. mocking him for it sounds great... but he's not an idiot. the villain's killed people for less and he'd rather not start a battle here in the halls where people could get hurt. there's no attack, even if the tension between them remains ready.
he needs information and he's not gonna get it from an unconscious strip of bacon.
dabi's within arm's reach now. he could easily detonate an explosion and blow him through a few walls, if not outright wreck him into a knocked-out stupor. when those blue flickers extinguish, the spit and pop of tiny explosions fade away into silence around his hand. guess this is an unspoken truce for now. tempting to slap that hand aside when it points towards his chest, red eyes narrowing as dabi indicates the scar there. of course he'd ask...]
Urusei. I already counted them. [he thanked edgeshot for letting him live. he isn't going to waste the life the other hero saved almost at the cost of his own.] Huh? How the fuck's this a blessing?! I've got shit to do back home!
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[there are elements of that fight he doesn't know, but he's at least aware shouto defeated dabi once before the villain managed to escape to endeavor. beyond that, all he knows is the endeavor was still alive and dabi hadn't died. everything else was background noise behind midoriya's battle with shigaraki and his own rush to save all might, then facing off against the brat that was now all for one. endeavor and hawks didn't finish him off, but he was rewinding every second... all he had to do was hold all for one at bay just long enough to let him do himself in. and not die in the process.
does he feel like telling dabi all of that? not really. not right now at least. better to rub his failure in his face so he can get a reality check to revenge. aka: it's pointless. all of dabi's machinations and intents led to the only outcome he didn't want. mocking him for it sounds great... but he's not an idiot. the villain's killed people for less and he'd rather not start a battle here in the halls where people could get hurt. there's no attack, even if the tension between them remains ready.
he needs information and he's not gonna get it from an unconscious strip of bacon.
dabi's within arm's reach now. he could easily detonate an explosion and blow him through a few walls, if not outright wreck him into a knocked-out stupor. when those blue flickers extinguish, the spit and pop of tiny explosions fade away into silence around his hand. guess this is an unspoken truce for now. tempting to slap that hand aside when it points towards his chest, red eyes narrowing as dabi indicates the scar there. of course he'd ask...]
Urusei. I already counted them. [he thanked edgeshot for letting him live. he isn't going to waste the life the other hero saved almost at the cost of his own.] Huh? How the fuck's this a blessing?! I've got shit to do back home!