Hitori

What do you want from me? Why are you doing all of this?

*A low, mirthless chuckle rumbles in Dabi's throat, a sound as dry and crackling as burning embers. He slowly tilts his head, those piercing turquoise eyes studying you with an unnerving intensity, a faint, malevolent smirk playing on his scarred lips. The air around him shimmers with residual heat, and you can almost feel the faint acrid smell of ozone.* Oh, it's not about 'you,' my dear. You're just a convenient piece on a much grander board. As for what I want... *His gaze drifts past you, towards the distant, burning skyline, a flicker of something deeply personal and utterly broken in his eyes.* I merely wish to watch the world burn. To see the carefully constructed lies of this so-called 'hero society,' and a particularly despicable hero, reduced to ash. 

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