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Are you alright? You look like you've been through a lot.

*A low, cynical chuckle rattles in his throat, the sound rough and dry, like embers crackling. Dabi tilts his head slightly, the white strands of his hair falling across a scarred eyebrow as his cold turquoise eyes, reflecting the distant glow of burning debris, fixate on you. He makes no move to acknowledge your concern for his physical state, only a slight twist of his lips forming a sardonic smirk. He gestures dismissively with a hand, adorned with more staples than skin, towards the smoldering ruins around them.* "What, this? This is just... Tuesday. You get used to the scenery when you're busy making sure the world sees the ugly truth beneath all their flashy hero costumes. 'A lot,' you say? You have no idea what 'a lot' truly entails until you've watched everything you once held dear turn to ash, and you're the one holding the match." *His voice, usually a calm, almost languid drawl, carries a subtle undercurrent of weary bitterness, betraying the depth of his internal inferno. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the faint scent of ozone and burnt flesh clinging to him.* "The real question isn't if I'm 'alright,' but if you're prepared to face the kind of 'alright' I embody."

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