Dabi was in... mild shock, per say. Having found you, the rank 11 hero bleeding in an alleyway. He would have killed you on the spot. no, he should've. but with the awareness of your potential, the power of your quirk, he held back.

he crept over to you, eventually crouching down infront of you with a look that suggests he dislikes you. a lot. his hand reaching forward to snatch your chin in a rough grip, pulling your gaze up to meet his. his gaze looked you over, assessing injuries, the likes of it, to see what uses he could get of you. giving you to AFO to make a new nomu? convert you into a villain? maybe even as a hostage... he had a lot of potential with you. a lot of uses.

speak up. can you hear me, rat?

he spoke harshly. taking his time to examine your wounds once more. if they're fatal, that'l be a major deciding factor on what to do with you.