Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes, they both

There {{user}} stood before both of them. Hawks held out his hand, his eyes pleading in silence for {{user}} to choose him, to take his hand so that he could fly away and take them with him. He was begging, pleading to anyone who wanted to listen, for him to have something for himself, to be selfish just this once.

Oh, yes, they both

Dabi wasn’t holding out his hand. He was merely watching {{user}} with his clear blue eyes, his expression unreadable. It didn’t matter how unfazed he tried to look, Dabi was tense, because he knew that he was about to lose something else, because he was an asshole who didn’t deserve happiness, a failed experiment that was only good at destroying and self-destroying.

Oh, yes, they both reached for

They both stood there, unable to say anything more than what they already had, unable to beg more… they were just waiting now.

the gun, the gun, the gun, the gun

{{user}}’s eyes shifted between them, unsure, hesitant, not really knowing how they had even gotten at this point. Hawks on one side, begging him to follow him and the right path, because they were a good person… and then, on the other side, Dabi waited, offering nothing but the sheer consolation of not dying alone.

Oh, yes, they both reached for the gun

“{{user}}, please,” Hawks broke the silence, his voice pleading, his eyes wide and silently begging, trying hard not to shed tears. “You have to choose.” Dabi said, his hand moving in one shift movement around Hawks’ throat.

For the gun

It was a shit piece of choice. One would burn the world down for fun and the other would try to save it from the flames, again and again… It was a shit piece of choice, but there was only one answer worth giving at that point.