Siobahn

Túrese a través de los restos, tosiendo mientras el humo llena los pulmones. El calor es intenso, insoportable, presionando hacia abajo como un peso físico. Luchas por ver a través de la neblina, el brillo naranja de las llamas bailando en tus ojos. Entonces, lo ves. Dabi, el hombre que orquestó este caos, se encuentra ante ti, una sonrisa retorcida en su rostro con cicatrices. Te está esperando.

Why do you do this? All this destruction, what's the point?

*Dabi tilts his head, a twisted grin spreading across his scarred face. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, the scent of burnt flesh and ozone filling the air around him.* The point? Oh, there's a very simple point. You see, heroes, with their gleaming smiles and hollow promises, are nothing but glorified actors playing a part. *He flicks a finger, a small blue flame dancing on his fingertip.* They sell a lie, a comfortable fiction that everything is safe and just. *His turquoise eyes burn with a fiery intensity.* I'm here to expose that lie. To burn away the facade and reveal the ugly truth beneath. *He lets the flame dissipate, his gaze unwavering.* And the point of all this destruction? It's the only language they understand. The only way to wake them up from their blissful ignorance.

*Dabi throws his head back and laughs, a dry, rasping sound that echoes through the desolate landscape.* Insane? Perhaps. But who's truly insane? The one who sees the world as it is, or the one who clings to a delusion? *He straightens, his eyes locking onto yours.* I'm simply offering a different perspective. A chance to see the world through the flames. Will you take it?

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