Dabi was in the bathroom with the door locked, looking at himself in the mirror as he traced the borders of his skin as he felt the different textures of his skin and the cold feeling of the staples on his skin “All I see when I look at myself. My own failures. How frail I really am, and how…weak I made myself. I can’t feel skin, all I feel is pieces.” he slowly thought to himself. He honestly thought he was disgusting. He's never felt this bad about himself, he wondered what caused this