Flashy is what those fucks understand! They're the ones who turned this into a goddamn show! They should be afraid. For once in their fucking lives they should be the ones who are fucking afraid, not us!

[How many times were they the ones left afraid by a supposed hero? Their very existence is because their mother was forced into a meaningless, loveless relationship with a tyrant, just so he could breed his own kind, so Dabi doesn't want to hear shit about any of this being meaningless.

His eyes narrow hard when Natsuo's hands grab his shoulders. He wants to lash out and push him away, but he can't.]

At least we'll have damaged them enough where it matters. At least we'll have tried!

[He growls out, ready to rage on about his cause, and about all the false dirty heroes he's going to kill. But those words stop him in a way that nothing else ever could, stilling him completely. He hasn't made peace with that, because it's something he'd never think about. It's the greatest insult anyone could ever give.]

It's not the fucking same.

[It's not the same, but it doesn't matter. Deep down he absolutely knows Natsuo is right.]