Dabi leaned over the railing of the balcony, bare chested and smoking. His gaze was lost, wandering around the tranquil nocturnal view beneath him. You knew him too well to notice he was uneasy.

"What would you do if I died?" He asked in hushed tones, eyes darting to meet your own and not faltering to hold your gaze. He flicked the ashes from the cigarette before he took it back to his lips.