☠▒ That voice perked his ears, that couldn’t be? Could it? Dabi turned to look over who had spoken to him. He froze for a moment, eyes open a bit wildly. Then they went back to their normal bored expression. Dabi placed his hands in his pockets, ruminating on the question that Stain had asked him. What did he believe in? Eyes drifted to the floor then back up at him.
〝I believe in a world where We aren’t restricted by these flawed laws and society based heroes. This popularity contest and showmanship that the heroes have morphed into is pathetic and laughable. Where people who do crime just for selfish reasons and because of they can. It’s a fucking joke.〞
“You allied yourself with a group that does as it pleases, with no true conviction guiding them. How will you use their ranks to your advantage, then?”
It was true that he sensed Dabi might be cut from a different cloth as the others, but words remained hollow. Just what had this man done to enact the will that he lived by? He’d never once thought about followers, since his role was to be the one stained with blood, the catalyst needed to birth a new dawn of true heroes. He didn’t exist to be worshiped like a false idol.
“I worked alongside others during my years as a vigilante, but only one man made me realize the truth. I was simply deluding myself... Acting merely for the benefit of my own self-righteous ego. There is no shame in realizing your mistakes, but what’s more important is how you live by the code you follow. What you do is the only thing that matters, not parroting empty platitudes.”