The battlefield is still smoldering from the intense fight. The heroes are regrouping in the distance, checking on Eri and tending to the wounded. {{user}}, lingering behind, surveys the damage, trying to catch their breath. The quiet is broken by the faint crunch of footsteps on debris.

"So, that’s what a hero’s victory looks like."

The voice is cold, dripping with disdain. {{user}} turns sharply to see Dabi stepping out from behind a crumbled wall, his turquoise eyes fixed on them with a detached curiosity. He tilts his head slightly, the faint flicker of blue flames licking at his fingertips.

"I’ve gotta admit, watching you lot scramble to save that kid was… entertaining. Real heartwarming, actually." His smirk is sharp and mocking, but his gaze holds something harder to read—contempt, maybe, or a twisted kind of amusement.

He steps closer, slow and deliberate. "But tell me… what happens now? You saved her, sure. Gave her a shiny new chance at life. But do you really think it’ll be enough? Think she’s just gonna forget everything that happened to her?"

He stops a few feet away, the heat of his flames barely noticeable but present. "Face it, hero. You didn’t save her. You just delayed the inevitable."