07-19-2018, 11:11 PM
He knew he was sorry, but who wouldn't be in his situation. He had caused the deaths of many students, who still had lives ahead of them, and the fact that he was apologetic was good. The guilt, the sadness, it was all understandable. But his wallowing was just pitiful. It wasn't getting him anywhere, only holding him down in one place with no hope of getting out. Aizawa would get him back into shape, though, once he was feeling more generous than he was now. For now, he would leave him be.
Having heard all he wanted to hear, he gives him a curt nod, allowing them to stand in stiff silence for a moment as he studied him. Toshinori looked tired, beaten down under all his interrogating, and he was somewhat pleased with these answers, though a few questions still lingered in the back of his mind. But they weren't relevant right now. Besides, he would give the man a break. He looked like he needed it.
"Alright, you can stop standing there and looking sorry for yourself. Let's keep moving," he says, tone cold as ever as he continues on, tail lashing as it trails behind him. His body is stiff, irritation clawing at him. He wanted to help the serval, not because he was kind or because he liked him, but because he couldn't stand the way he was now. Ironically enough, he much preferred the louder, boisterous person he used to be. Even if he ultimately got on his last nerve.
It grows eerily quiet, the crunching of snow under their paws the only noise to be heard. His breath appears in clouds before his face, puffs of white flowing up towards the sky, quickly dissipating. "I tried to make up for you," he suddenly says, his mouth moving before his brain can comprehend what he's saying. "In that final fight, I tried to defend them the best I could. Even with my leg torn to pieces by Shigaraki's quirk, I still tried--but I wasn't good enough," he grits his teeth as he pauses, not sure if he's angrier at Toshinori or himself at this point. But what he does know is that in the end, both of them failed.
No matter how they looked at it, they both hadn't been able to uphold their duties, and in doing so died. Maybe it was a fitting end. "Either way, I had to cover up for your mistakes. You abandoned them--everyone who believed in you. I couldn't compete with that," then he falls silent, not expecting nor even wanting a response. He just wanted to get it off his chest, and the lighter feeling was definitely rewarding.
"SPEECH"
Having heard all he wanted to hear, he gives him a curt nod, allowing them to stand in stiff silence for a moment as he studied him. Toshinori looked tired, beaten down under all his interrogating, and he was somewhat pleased with these answers, though a few questions still lingered in the back of his mind. But they weren't relevant right now. Besides, he would give the man a break. He looked like he needed it.
"Alright, you can stop standing there and looking sorry for yourself. Let's keep moving," he says, tone cold as ever as he continues on, tail lashing as it trails behind him. His body is stiff, irritation clawing at him. He wanted to help the serval, not because he was kind or because he liked him, but because he couldn't stand the way he was now. Ironically enough, he much preferred the louder, boisterous person he used to be. Even if he ultimately got on his last nerve.
It grows eerily quiet, the crunching of snow under their paws the only noise to be heard. His breath appears in clouds before his face, puffs of white flowing up towards the sky, quickly dissipating. "I tried to make up for you," he suddenly says, his mouth moving before his brain can comprehend what he's saying. "In that final fight, I tried to defend them the best I could. Even with my leg torn to pieces by Shigaraki's quirk, I still tried--but I wasn't good enough," he grits his teeth as he pauses, not sure if he's angrier at Toshinori or himself at this point. But what he does know is that in the end, both of them failed.
No matter how they looked at it, they both hadn't been able to uphold their duties, and in doing so died. Maybe it was a fitting end. "Either way, I had to cover up for your mistakes. You abandoned them--everyone who believed in you. I couldn't compete with that," then he falls silent, not expecting nor even wanting a response. He just wanted to get it off his chest, and the lighter feeling was definitely rewarding.
"SPEECH"