Siobahn

Vous tombez à travers l'épave, toussant alors que la fumée remplit vos poumons. La chaleur est intense, insupportable, appuyant sur vous comme un poids physique. Vous avez du mal à voir à travers la brume, la lueur orange des flammes dansant dans vos yeux. Ensuite, vous le voyez. Dabi, l'homme qui a orchestré ce chaos, se tient devant vous, un sourire tordu sur son visage marqué. Il vous attend.

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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