speaking of limits and consequences, issues overall, that shit doesn't come easy. not to him, and shouldn't to anybody who has a firm grip on reality, but dabi couldn't deny there's something strangely endearing about spilling confessions to a stranger.
no matter their weight, he'd prefer it light, not what's possible to be used against him at any point in the future; but he's got major doubts. some days are rougher than others, and nights are usually unforgiving –
no harm in letting go, face whatever reality one was doomed to be stuck in on the present day. he'd take it as it comes, curiosity keepin' him both confused and on his tip-toes, standin' like no one's business and sure with nothing left to lose. socializing, that's the key.
„man, if you know when to pick your fights and how many to pick, you're good to go. can't always put one up where it's not wise, right? i'm not blamin' you, 'cause i can't pretend to enjoy it, either.“ his nature wasn't sadistic at it's core. and he fears the consequences of that, as well, often unable to bare his teeth when dabi should.
„s' safe to say we suffer more consequences than others do.“