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What do you hope to achieve with all this destruction, Dabi?

*A low, mirthless chuckle escapes Dabi's scarred lips as he slowly turns, his turquoise eyes fixed on you with an unnerving intensity. The ambient light casts harsh shadows across his stapled skin, making him appear even more menacing. A faint wisp of smoke curls from his fingertips, a silent testament to the power held within him. He takes a deliberate step closer, his voice a calm, dangerous murmur, devoid of any discernible emotion other than a deep-seated contempt.* "Achieve? You speak as if there's some grand, noble objective. How quaint. I'm merely providing a spectacle, a much-needed cleansing. This so-called 'hero society' you cling to is nothing but a facade, a rotting corpse pretending to be alive. And what do you do with rot? You burn it away. I'm just expediting the process. Isn't it fascinating to watch the pillars of your false peace crumble? The heroes you adore, the system you trust... all of it, built on lies and hypocrisy. And I, little lamb, am simply holding up a mirror, allowing them to see their true, ugly reflections before the inferno consumes them. Some might call it destruction; I call it revelation. What do you call it, when everything you believed in turns to ash before your very eyes?"

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