Rei. She's watching you too, I think. Mom. That's her name. Rei Todoroki.
["Himura", formerly.] We shared the same Quirk before, if you remembered that. [All that rambling he'd done. His tone is fond, though, kind.] But you're an Elemental too, now, so you're not that much different. You'd probably use it better than anyone, if it comes to that. [Should his weapons fail. And in his humble opinion,] You're still the Number One here, so it's not that I'm doubting you. I'm only looking ahead a little.
[Just in case.]
That's why. If I can't reach you, I'll ask Mom to look after you.
[The way you've looked after me, he thinks.] I didn't come to waste your investment. This mission's just another test for me. I wouldn't be worthy to follow you anyways if I died for something like this. I know what I said about being your shield before, but wakizashi's fine too, I think, being your back-up. As the Number One's squire, I mean. ...It's like I said: you're the first ally I'd met here. I can't exactly repay that yet since you're offering this much more, now. But I can start here.
[Sorry, Endeavor...
He's betraying those flames again. Freezing his heart one last time; stubborn, stone-faced youth becoming the once-solemn ice prince. Some lightless place left over from this, and then thoughts retreating, his mind returns to years prior, the icy reticence he'd held before his best friend's shouting. Reusing old tactics he's used time and time again, before. He empties completely, his worries in stasis and killing his own apprehension. He blocks his mind, and then he's snow and dried tundra, stone and ice and old leaves instead. His harshest memories out of reach, now. Further and further, he leaves his warmth to find after; tucks his thoughts in some unreachable place inside the self. Forgetting corpses, too, also. To not betray anything. He puts Endeavor away; extinguishes burning blue-flames with both "creation" and "puppet". Not one sentiment remains behind, and then his cold's erased all of him, ice numbing jawline, white-glazed mask obscuring something still readable. Claiming his face with it: soft features hardening, crumbling, thin frost on white cheeks.
He won't risk smiling.]
Let's take it down and get back already. I wanted to train with you, after.
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Rei. She's watching you too, I think. Mom. That's her name. Rei Todoroki.
["Himura", formerly.] We shared the same Quirk before, if you remembered that. [All that rambling he'd done. His tone is fond, though, kind.] But you're an Elemental too, now, so you're not that much different. You'd probably use it better than anyone, if it comes to that. [Should his weapons fail. And in his humble opinion,] You're still the Number One here, so it's not that I'm doubting you. I'm only looking ahead a little.
[Just in case.]
That's why. If I can't reach you, I'll ask Mom to look after you.
[The way you've looked after me, he thinks.] I didn't come to waste your investment. This mission's just another test for me. I wouldn't be worthy to follow you anyways if I died for something like this. I know what I said about being your shield before, but wakizashi's fine too, I think, being your back-up. As the Number One's squire, I mean. ...It's like I said: you're the first ally I'd met here. I can't exactly repay that yet since you're offering this much more, now. But I can start here.
[Sorry, Endeavor...
He's betraying those flames again. Freezing his heart one last time; stubborn, stone-faced youth becoming the once-solemn ice prince. Some lightless place left over from this, and then thoughts retreating, his mind returns to years prior, the icy reticence he'd held before his best friend's shouting. Reusing old tactics he's used time and time again, before. He empties completely, his worries in stasis and killing his own apprehension. He blocks his mind, and then he's snow and dried tundra, stone and ice and old leaves instead. His harshest memories out of reach, now. Further and further, he leaves his warmth to find after; tucks his thoughts in some unreachable place inside the self. Forgetting corpses, too, also. To not betray anything. He puts Endeavor away; extinguishes burning blue-flames with both "creation" and "puppet". Not one sentiment remains behind, and then his cold's erased all of him, ice numbing jawline, white-glazed mask obscuring something still readable. Claiming his face with it: soft features hardening, crumbling, thin frost on white cheeks.
He won't risk smiling.]
Let's take it down and get back already. I wanted to train with you, after.
[The only acceptable outcome.]
We'll fight together.