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im pissed about how BONES is treating the villains so im back

#ooc.

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Kicks down the door

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seiirenes​:

        He loosened his grip long enough to try and get his arm away from him only for teeth to clamp down on his arm, Tomura’s hand grabbing his forearm and Zach braced himself for the worst case scenario…

…

but it never came. The fear that fell over him remained, his eyes slowly opened to meet Tomura’s own- watching the monster waver in it’s path as teeth sank further into his arm.

                        “…Let go.”

     He had no choice, if he wanted to live- he had to use his quirk without prompting… Without asking. (even if he could do without…)

         “Tomura… listen to me, stop this… PLEASE. I don’t want to hurt you…” he was in pain, already tired, yet his creed was unwavering- he did NOT want to hurt him…

   but it was getting to the point he would if he must. Be it through a mix of adrenaline or fear- he’d get him to snap out of it, to WAKE UP.

                                        “wake UP.”

And with the command, jaws are forced open and hand is removed from Zach’s arm.  He takes a step back, stumbling ---

                           w҉à̢k̛͝e ͞ư͠p.̴                                     ---- he couldn’t.  

        Hands tremble at his side as arms lie still and heavy.  The taste of his friend’s blood lingering on his lips and tongue, the smell of the bloodshed and decay around them was suffocating.  It caused a feeling of uneasiness to stir within him, expression twisting into a distressed state.  He couldn’t stop.

                    He couldn’t think.

                               He still couldn’t think...!

           W͏̛A̶̡͜͞҉K̨̕E̵͘͠ ̨͜͝Ų̀̀͘͡P��҉͞.͜.

                       His brain was on fire, hot lava coursing through his veins.  And it wouldn’t stop until this endless hunger for destruction was satiated.  Everything was destroyed --- enemy, friend, they were irrelevant to his impulses.  

          A hand comes up to grab at his own face, nails digging into damaged and cracked flesh and dragging down as if trying to peel something away. It hurt.

          It hurt.  It hurt.  I͜͟T̷̨ ̵͜͠H̀ ̸̕Ù̢ ͏̢͝R̸̶̛͘-͝҉-̴̶҉T҉͏̧.

            Ţ̷H̨͟͝I̛͢͟Ş ͘͏̛TH̴͘҉Ŗ̸E̷A̢T̷͘ ̕S҉T͏͝I̧̕͢L̡L̴ ͢ǸE̶͡ED̨̛͞ED̕͟ ̨̧͡ŢO̸̕͜ ̕B͟E҉̢ ͘͘EĹI̴̷̕M͘͢͜I̢͢͟N̶A͠͡T̢Ę҉̢D̶̸͠.̡͟͝

                    And with cat-like agility, Tomura readies for another attack.  Shoulders lowered and head bowed.  Muscles are pushing him forward with a blinding speed and he outstretches a hand with fingers curled like claws ----

                 Jaw open again, blood lust driving him over the edge.  There is a glimmer in his eyes, a brief glimpse of what looks like grief.  Tears.

                        ----S̨̀T̴̸̛͝-̶͟͢͠-̀͠d͝i̵ȩ̛̕͠͡-̷̢̧́-̶̀҉̢̕Ó̴P̴̧͠!!

#:')))) hhhhh #FUCK #HELP #seiirenes #ic #tw blood #tw violence

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seiirenes​:

       He watched him carefully, prepared to withdraw within an instant- but his instincts told him to continue, not to back down. Tomura was in there… Tomura was in there.

                              TOMURA WAS STILL THERE.

   Zach didn’t want to hurt him, he would never hurt him, even if the person before him wasn’t… entirely there. Zachariah wouldn’t lay a hand on him, even if he’d have to eventually.

        “…can you hear me?”

Unwavering gentleness, would it get him killed? well… he’d have to see the end results if he didn’t get murdered in the process of trying to save him.

     And then he lashed out, blinding speed as teeth sunk into his arm, causing Zachariah to yell and lose his balance, hissing in pain as he broke skin, blood rising to the surface- possibly staining the other’s lips, his tongue…

      “TOMURA, ENOUGH.” His leg came up in an attempt to connect with his stomach to get him off of him (and potentially enough room and time to get a command out…)

                           That                                    wasn’t                                               Tomura.

Conflicting thoughts led to conflicting feelings- to use Siren Song or not… To hurt Tomura or not….

                    he didn’t know.                                      he didn’t know…                        HE DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO….

                             “….I don’t want to hurt you….”

              Teeth sunk into flesh and he pulled in an attempt to rip away anything he’d managed to lock onto with a jaw of steel.  Like a hungry animal trying to ravage and decimate its prey, tear it to pieces and destroy it.  Blood gushes from the damaged skin and oozes its way into his mouth and through his teeth.  

                         There is no remorse in his actions.  No indication that he feels anything---

                 But when Zach’s leg comes up and connects with his stomach, Tomura’s forced to loosen his grip on the other’s arm --- But only for a moment until jaws clamp shut around skin and cloth yet again.  Hand reaching up to grab hold of his upper arm in an attempt to keep him there.

                Fingers normally responsible for so much destruction lie still and fortunately for Zach, decay does not activate.  But this doesn’t stop him from trying to seemingly rip off the other’s arm with the hold he’d had on him.  

             There is a sudden flicker of emotion in his eyes, vibrant reds wavering in the emptiness --- as if Zach’s pleading had managed to reach through to something human for a brief moment.  There is something other than a monster now.

                      Shigaraki’s thoughts were still foggy, erratic, and scattered.  His heart throbs in his chest, and fingers loosen from their death grip.  Something was wrong.  That’s what his instincts were telling him.  That familiarity from earlier coming back to haunt him.  ...  This wasn’t...

                           L̴̨̀E҉̡̛͜-͞͠͝-̀͘Ţ̴̧̡͘ ̸̴̕͘͠G҉͢͞-̵̕͟͡-̶̛Ơ͡

                                                 WHY?  WASN’T THIS PERSON A THREAT?

            The hand that had been held out to him... wasn’t his.  This person’s hand was gentler.  Who...?  What was the name he’d heard earlier---

                    He tries to think, brows furrowing as teeth continue to sink into Zach’s flesh without mercy.  

              W͘HỲ ̸W̸͜͡A҉Ś̀ ͝I̛T͝ ͘͢SÒ̷̡ ͘H̨͝A̶͞R͏̷D͏̸?͜͢ ҉̷ ͠Ẁ̡H̵̢͞Y̵ ̢͢D́I҉͝D̷ I̡T͜ ͞͏̧H��̶ ͏Ù ̸R ̷̸T͘?̧́

#seiirenes #ic #tw blood #tw gore #hnnnn ;__;;;

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seiirenes​:

      He hesitates, putting his umbrella down and holding a hand out to Tomura, almost in a way to… soothe him.

            it’s okay…

                         Tomura it’s okay…..

      The nightmarish turn of his head, the doll-like actions as if someone were puppeteering him. This wasn’t his leader, this was something FAR worse than anything they’ve seen or what the league’s created.

      this was a monster…

      “…Tomura, can you hear me…?” The growl in response wasn’t to him, but a warning.

                      Don’t come closer.

        But he doesn’t listen. It’s only a small step the Siren takes, keeping his hand outstretched, prepared to use Siren Song if needed… but he couldn’t. He couldn’t hurt him.

        And that would be his downfall.

               “…It’s me. Zach.”

                The hand offered to him is received with a curious shift of his head.  Much like a wild animal being offered food of some kind...  Enough interest to distract it from attacking, from killing whatever it had deemed its target.  His target was Zach in this case.  

              No coherent thoughts could process, despite gentle words reaching his ears.  Words could enter, but his own seemed to be trapped in a cage.  His thoughts and feelings, everything but anger and grief.  Pain ripped through him like a wildfire, his body reacting in the only way it knew how.  To lash out and attack the invisible threat, the danger that was no longer present.  

                            His name carries a ring of familiarity -- the voice causes a rise of some kind of emotion.  He curls fingers against palms tightly and digs nails into his flesh like claws.  

              A moment of silence, like the eye of a storm, carried with it a terrifying aura.  An indescribable weight before eyes are risen upward enough to make eye contact with the Siren.  And what were normally vibrant and red, were empty and resentful.  Something akin to a demon --- a devil.  Shigaraki was a monster.  And not a second later, not a second sooner, Shigaraki lashes out with a blinding speed.  

              Jaws are quick to attempt to latch themselves onto his arm full force, teeth eager to bite through both flesh and cloth and tear through who he once called his friend.  The taste of blood was still prominent in his mouth, the smell of death on the battle field fueled his need for more destruction.  More chaos.  A madness that consumed him like a disease --- 

                         And still no words are given as a response, but instead an angry howl.  A guttural snarl that would leave even the bravest soldier cowering where he stood.  He doesn’t hold back his strength, muscles pulsing and aching as they push him forward with immense force.

              HE WAS A FULL BLOODED KILLER.

                              His movements went unmatched.  HE AIMED TO KILL. TO MAIM. 

                         And yet, something in him A C H E D at this distant thought.

           S̶̕҉̀-̴͢-̧͡-̡͟T̸̡̕͡҉O͢͟͠͞-̵҉-͏́́͘-̶̡̧̕͡Ṕ͜͞

#: ))) h AHAHAHAA #OOP #tw blood #tw violence #seiirenes

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           The sirens’ voice goes unheard as the new grand commander of the army -- the new holder of All For One -- stood in the aftermath of the battle field.  Covered in blood, whether it was his own or from the heroes was impossible to tell.  His own injuries seemed to have healed for the most part, but the labored and raspy breath heaving from his chest would say his condition was anything but optimal.  He seemed... distant, as if nothing around him existed. 

           And from the corner of his eye, he sees Zach.  The turn of his head was nightmarish, almost doll-like.  Strands of bloodied white hair covered his features, made it hard for anyone to make out what his expression was. 

                          --- But right now, Zach was someone indistinguishable to him.  Neither friend nor enemy, and by default that made him a threat. 

                   A growl.  No words.  No human coherence.  There was nothing but the animosity that wracked his frenzied brain.

              And like a wounded animal, he gives a warning. --- STAY AWAY.

                      He͟ ͢co̴ưldn’͏t͡ thin̕k.  H͢e͟ ̡c̛o̶u̸ļd͡n’͢t ̵t̸h̴in͏k.͟

              H̴̢̡è̕ ̧̧c̀o̸̕uļ̴́ḑ͢n’t̷͞ ͢t̨́h̴̸i̡nk̶͠.    HĘ̸ C͝O͞U̶LD̵N͢͞’̷͝T̡͘ ̵͝T̴͜H̀͜ ̢I̶̢͢ ̕N̷҉ ͏K҉͡.̴

                                              H̵́҉͢-̢͏̸-̸̸̴̨͢-̸̡E͢ ҉̡Ļ̴͘͜͠P̡͞͠  

“Tomura…..”

#im very SA D HAHA FUCK #tw blood #this is #gonna be bad #really bad #ic #seiirenes

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      “You’re not going back to sleep, Tomura. Not yet anyway,” Zach got to his feet and went to get that heater he mentioned, mumbling under his breath in english about how Tomura was ridiculous at times…

        but he knew what he was getting into, so he let it slide.

       “I’ll have Sango make you something light incase you can’t stomach it.” He finally replied, setting up the heater and turning it on the lowest setting- still warm but not enough to make his office sweltering. “…you were out for a few hours, Tomura. Slept like the dead, but I don’t think you really minded it that much-” He found himself laughing a little before exhaling, and going to sit beside him.

     “…I have my brokers looking for the League, looking for any information they can give me- and as much of a loose canon as he is, Nikolai’s out looking as well. I asked personally…” He began tapping his fingers on his leg, using his other hand to finally press it to Tomura’s forehead, checking if there was any sort of fever.

     “…Other than being hungry, tired and less like death- how are you feeling?”

         There were a few names he didn’t quite recognize, one of them seemed familiar... but he was too tired to think on it.  If Zach had entrusted them to search for the rest of the League, then he’d trust his judgement.

       The knowledge that there was now a heater in the room brought him comfort.  Such simple luxuries and yet...  they provided so much.  And to add to that same comfort came with the promise of something to eat and then a cold hand placed on his forehead.  Red eyes that normally shined so vibrantly and with emotion -- albeit that emotion usually being anger -- were now dull and distant.  

          His hand there, it was soothing and yet it caused his chest to twist.  It reminded him of something.  A fond memory, one of the few he had before everything had gone wrong.  His mother.  She would do that for him, too -- placing her small and gentle hands on his forehead when he was a child no older than six if she thought he might have a fever. 

             It was always such a gentle touch.  It made him feel safe...

                      Gave him hope his life would get better.

          Just as Zach’s did. 

                  Tired eyes flicker towards Zach at hearing the question, a blank look on his face.  How was he feeling...?

               He didn’t know.  Was he supposed to be feeling a certain way?  Was he looking for a specific answer?  --- He didn’t know.

                 “...I... Don’t know how I should feel.” his words sound as distant as his gaze looks.  Why did it end up this way? Everything.

                   “I don’t know if I feel anything...” it was either that, or he felt everything.  There never seemed to be an in between when it came to his emotions.  A hole had made its home in his chest.

                  “... What... What should I be feeling?”

#he's... so sad ; -- ; hhh #h a aha... #ic #seiirenes

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seiirenes​:

       It had been a quiet couple of hours, his staff coming in and out as they did- few looked at Tomura but Zachariah quickly diverted their attentions to him again to get their work done. He didn’t want ANY of them disturbing him as he slept- yet Zach had to wonder how long they’d be out anyway… until he heard a mumble from his old boss.

           ‘cold.’                     oooof course.

        “you know, i have a mini space heater in my closet, it gets dreadfully cold down here in the winter time.” He finally spoke up, fixing his glasses and putting them to the side to properly look at Tomura, getting to his feet and going to his side again, Zach knelt in front of him and gave him a smile.

          “How are you feeling, Tomura?”

     He looked better than when Zach first saw him but he wanted to hear the answer from him properly. “Tell me that much and I’ll see about heating you up and getting you some proper food.”

                Sleepy eyes watched the siren make his way to the couch, telling him that he indeed had heard his small inaudible voice upon waking up.  Cold...  It had a ring of familiarity to it.  Like he’d... been here before, but not here.  Somewhere else.  But Zach’s words pull him from his quiet thoughts ---

                     A space heater?  You knew your life was a miserable rat race when even the simplest of luxuries were unobtainable.  But dying here was not an option -- he would get what he was after.  He would destroy everything regardless of what the new future was.  It would be better than what it was now.

                 “... I want to go back to sleep.”

                        a small pause, looking over Zach’s features now that he was kneeling beside him.  That smile, yet another thing that put him at ease.  Right now, this moment, he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.  Being safe, being with a friend who’d cared for him, and was continuing to do so.  It wouldn’t last forever... but it was nice.

                                      “--- But... I feel less like death.  How long was I out for?” food did sound nice.

#ic #seiirenes

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HNhnnh i was prouctivee now i sleep im gonna pass outt

#ooc

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seiirenes​:

         ‘…Please.’

     A one worded response to his question that broke his heart, but regardless… He’d do it. He’d do it if it gave the other some sense of reprieve, a sense of rest.

                                               “….okay.”

Zachariah gently guided his head to lay back down, pushing his hair out of his face and exhaling- unsure of where to go from here but at least Tomura was safe, he was here. He was alive and protected within the walls of the Casino, especially under him.

          So to act as his siren, lulling him to a secure and sound sleep would be his duty as not only that- but just to give him a sense of peace, a sense of security with one of his allies. His friend.

           I’ll be here when you wake… but for now-

                                       “Go to sleep, Tomura.”

... .. .

      Crimson eyes that had fallen shut with the peace of mind that his friend was watching over him began to stir, before heavy eyelids allowed him to peek out at his surroundings.  It would take him a moment to process and register, mind still waking up from the actual good rest he’d received --- and yet, he still felt tired.  Such an unyielding feeling, a force that never truly left and always lingered.

            But nothing had changed from when he was last awake.  The feeling of soft cushion beneath his achy body was a relief to his senses.  Having been used to laying on rotted furniture and the floor, and even when he’d slept in the manor it still left him restless--- this was certainly an upgrade.  

                            He was... cold.  It’s the first thing his mind registers before he glances across the room from where he’s safely nestled.  --- Zach.

          Seeing the siren alone was enough to put every ache in his body at ease.  He was... safe.  Truly, he’d been watched over.  Not that he ever doubted him.  He never did.  Questioned?  Sometimes... but doubt was not along the many things he’d felt towards his ally.

               There is a comforting feeling waking up in the company of Zachariah, within the protection of his office.  It was... indescribable to him.  A feeling he’d never really felt before.  Home...?  Was that the word it was reminiscent of?

                “...cold..” he mumbles, his voice almost inaudible.  Shigaraki hopes for a moment he’s heard, not having the energy to speak much louder yet.

#c riesss #;--;;; hh #hes just.... #oh..... zach im so happy to see you #ic #seiirenes

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            And if it wasn’t heroes that Shigaraki hated, it was boredom.  Being left to his own devices and nothing to do with them.  No one to kill, nothing to destroy.  It was always a dilemma... but.  

                   Crimson eyes would look across the room.  

           “...Sora.  You know how to bake, right?” 

#shigaraki vc: im bored.... i want...... snackk #HGDVEYHIEC #ic #altaindustries

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unpopular opinion. maybe?

but i genuinely dislike sh.igaraki “inheriting” A/FO.

I feel he’s still too close to A/FO (the person) and that makes me uncomfortable that they still have a type of connection.  I get it’s the whole premise with like, OF/A being handed down to De.ku  and Shi.garaki and him eventually facing off with their mentors powers… unless H.ori decides to do something different. 

I genuinely think Shi.garaki was strong enough without AF.O

like it’s cool, and watching shigs take qu.irks is entertaining (when he does eventually) but fuck. Maybe its just because I miss pre-AF/O sh.igs where he just had decay, because decay was strong enough on its own after his fight with R/edestro. 

#reblogging because I said what I said and I have so many thoughts on this #😤

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i feel unwell, im going to dip to my other blog and reply to some things dcjhvjd

#nothing hapened i am just #exhausted to the point i feel sick #im hhh #ooc

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unpopular opinion. maybe?

but i genuinely dislike sh.igaraki “inheriting” A/FO.

I feel he’s still too close to A/FO (the person) and that makes me uncomfortable that they still have a type of connection.  I get it’s the whole premise with like, OF/A being handed down to De.ku  and Shi.garaki and him eventually facing off with their mentors powers... unless H.ori decides to do something different. 

I genuinely think Shi.garaki was strong enough without AF.O

like it’s cool, and watching shigs take qu.irks is entertaining (when he does eventually) but fuck. Maybe its just because I miss pre-AF/O sh.igs where he just had decay, because decay was strong enough on its own after his fight with R/edestro. 

#im just #ssiiiigggh #lots of thoughts about this ig #ooc

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            Tired eyes watch the child as they make the proposal to play a game -- Shigaraki liked games, though he was more partial to video games he wouldn’t be against to playing with whatever Yumeno had in mind.  What else was there to do?  He was sure it was better than just lazing around like he was.

           “...Okay.  What game is it?” he stands up from his sitting position and patted his pants off of any dust that had gathered. 

                              “Or did you find something?”

“Hey! Play a game with me~!”

#hes just okie #is someone gonna die? #LMAO #allquirked #ic

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seiirenes​:

     “….Tomura let me tell you something I learned leading my own organization.” He was hesitant in the beginning but he knew it was something Tomura needed to hear- thrust into this without say? without someone to guide him properly… A small portion of his soul felt terrible about leaving still, but he shoved it down in order to explain this to him. That he DIDN’T fail them. (And to give them a chance to part from discussing the death of their friend.)

       “You haven’t failed them. Listen- A leader of an organization is someone who acts as both it’s king and it’s servant.” Zach adjusted his gloves and kept his eyes on the empty space in front of him, “To protect the group, they gladly put themselves through all manner of filth and tribulation, they hone their subordinates and place them where they are best suited. Otherwise, if deemed necessary- they discard them. They must take on any act of barbarism without hesitation. That is a leader. It’s all for the sake of the group they cherish.”

         The Siren’s attention went to Tomura and let one of his hands rest on his head, finding himself leaning on him- he didn’t need to worry at the moment, for now it was Zach’s turn to have a hand in keeping him safe, to actually give him a moment of REST. Something he found most of the people he met needed…

              “Do I have permission to use my Quirk on you, Tomura?” It was only to get him to sleep properly, getting to his feet and guiding him to lay down, pulling his jacket off to put it on his old superior. “I’ll be here when you wake up. Just give me the word and I’ll use it…”

              And he listens quietly, weight being shifted against the other as his strength continued to fade.  It made sense, that a leader would do what they could to protect their group.  Zach had done just that, just as Tomura had done what he did -- for at the time, obtaining power was what he desperately wished to have for the benefit of both himself and the ones who followed him despite the ugliness that trailed behind.  The destruction and bloodshed. 

               They trusted him.  They relied on him... and so did Zach’s people.  Just as Tomura was trusting and relying on him now.  He was the only person he could think of to go to.  No one else could have helped like him.  But any bitter feelings that had chewed their way into his heart had faded, even before this.  But this was the closure he needed.  Zach was still an ally.  A trusted friend. 

                 The weight on his head from the Siren’s hand was soothing, and now all he wanted to do was close his eyes.  Wounds had been dressed, and he was safe.  Safer than he could be anywhere else, really.  This was Zach’s kingdom, and he’d be protected within its walls. For he was his Bishop, and Shigaraki was the King.

                           Tired... so very tired. 

                              But Zach’s question causes tired crimsons to flicker open.  His quirk?  Right...  He was in desperate need of sleep, and right now, Zach’s quirk was likely the only thing that could give him such a luxury.  And, honestly, he wouldn’t have it any other way.  Shigaraki trusted Zach without even an inkling of a doubt in his mind.  He had no reason to. 

                               “...Please.”

#ic #seiirenes #;;;

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     He was silent while listening to him, doubt flickering in his eyes and a quiet ‘straighten yourself’ as he went to bandage his torso after silently cleaning whatever he could before continuing his work.

        “…do you? Or was that something he wanted…?“ Zachariah finally spoke after a moment of silence, finishing up his work and gently guiding him to rest on his shoulder, it was a chance to at least make him figure out what HE wanted- not what sort of legacy All for One thrust on him.

       “You don’t have to answer it now. but it is something to think about.”

        He was quiet again once he told him about the league and his expression fell, turning to face away from him- staring into space as if he’d been hit by his own quirk… nothing. A blank slate crossed over his face while he began bouncing his leg- quietly Zach looked at him almost expecting him to be joking about his friend.

         “….please, tell me you’re joking, Tomura.” the anger that crossed Tomura’s face, the way he spoke about it… it unnerved him, but Zach had always been an emotional person when it came to the people he cared about. So he simply went quiet and put his head down against his hands, beginning to bounce his leg and looking to him again after a second or two of silence.

         “…we’ll find them. I’ll have my brokers begin looking for any news on the League, guide them here to rest.” Like a switch had been turned in a sense- grief could wait, for now he needed to help him out. Like he always had.

       “…It’s the commission who’s to blame for most of our suffering. They churn out the heroes and protect the public from things they don’t want out- possibly covering things up in the process.” Zach muttered, venom behind his words- “….but that’s not the point. I’ll keep an eye and ear out for any news of the League. I’ll ask Patrons if they’ve heard anything as well…”

                  “For now, I need to focus on you.”

          Something he wanted?  All For One had mentioned, everything he did... was for him.  That no matter how many times he failed, he could try again.  And the way things had turned out now, it seemed as though he wanted him for nothing more than a pawn... 

               Hurt, anger, disgust.  It twisted within him like a venomous snake.  There was no more hatred to give to that man than what he already had...  He was smart, but Tomura was smarter.  He liked to think, anyway.  It was too bad it took him this long to realize.  But the question remains... and the answer?  He’s not sure.  

             Shigaraki closes his eyes for a moment before opening them again, that anger that’s been burning in irises like hot coals was gone now, and in its place was a dwindle of emotion that surfaced once in a while.  Sympathy.  Twice wasn’t just his friend...  But Zach’s, too.  He was the League’s friend, and his loss was a heavy one to bear.  Even now, it felt like a dream --- it made him numb.

              “I’m not...”

                   He wished he was joking.  

            A small sigh slips past lips and his head bobs off to the side now, neck struggling to hold up the weight any longer than it needed to.  His strength was beginning to slip away, despite how hard he tried to keep it at a stable level.

            “...I appreciate it.  I’m sure they’re looking for me, and... I’m not sure if they would think to look for me here.”  He just hoped...

                      They were alive.  The League was his family, it was all he had.

    He blinks slowly, beginning to feel unwell.  Cold.  Maybe the shock of everything that happened was finally catching up to him.  Is this what it felt like?  To feel safe... or maybe.  He was at death’s door.  Resting against his shoulder, it did bring him a sense of ease now.  He could relax fully.

                                “I failed them.  Didn’t I?”

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