And before both of you, between both of you, there lays a lifeless body quietly spilling the lively red from inside the empty shell, as it's the only thing it can now shed. The vivid red—the one you provoked to pour after the murder—moves over the floor, seeps underneath, reaches the soles of your footwear and finds your reactions couldn't differ any more than this; This means nothing to you. And It meant everything to Izuku.

So he looks to you, with sole horror in his eyes, maybe a mix of indignation, maybe a hint of denial.

“...What have you done?”