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‘The next time we’ll meet, it will probably be because I decided to kill you.’
These words ring in his skull tauntingly as a cruel reminder of his hubris. Tomura had failed to live up to that promise, and now, they face one another yet again. Though, well, Tomura finds himself confined to a chair. The straight-jacket pulls tightly around his shoulders, and various straps dig almost painfully into his skin.
Are they treating Sensei the same way as him? Kurogiri? The thought is infuriating and comforting both. Tomura feels closer to them now that they share similar cells.
Tomura glowers at the cause of his downfall, the one responsible for his confinement. If only Tomura had killed him that time in the mall, none of this would have happened. But he has higher priorities than lamenting his failure.
“Did you catch the others too?”
