He watched Midoriya for a few moments, getting completely worked up again. Sometimes it was simply too easy but for once Tomura wanted him to LISTEN and be aware of what he had to say. The threat that had followed was only read between the lines. Yet it was a threat nonetheless.Â
   âI told you the last time we met - that I have decided to kill you.
   Yet you continue to try and stay in my way. Just tell me â â
âJust what does being a hero exactly mean to you? Is it worth putting your motherâs life at risk?â One of his hands came slipping out of his pockets as he tapped his pointer finger against the wall, gaze directed at the street lamp on the side of the house. A single moth was fluttering around the light bulb, trying desperately to get to the source of the light.
     âBecause just as much as you donât understand me,
  I canât understand you and your warped sense of justice.âÂ
Deku blinked despite the tension. The question caught him off guard and he briefly wondered what disturbing mind game would be instigated from the answer he gave. He didnât wonder long mind you, not wanting to test the villainâs patience and answered as calmly and clearly as his voice could manage.
âBeing a hero means giving hope. Hope for those who have found none in a world that is unfair. To be...â He swallowed and took a deep breath.
âMy mother... could die tomorrow because of you and you wouldnât have even known she existed. You, or some other villain. When sheâs shopping in the city or sleeping or just living her life like she is this very second. Like so many others living peaceful lives and doing their best to live together. Like the people whose lives have already been lost. Taken by villains who donât blink twice at killing and hurting others to further their goals!â
His voice was raising as a crackle of energy ran through him.
âBecause the world is already cruel and villains choose to increase that cruelty for money or infamy or, or- or because they think its all some stupid game?!â
Deku caught himself yelling, breathing hard and squeezing his fists in rage. Even now, Shigaraki was using his motherâs life like a pawn as though her life was nothing more than that. It was so infuriating but this was not a time to fight. He needed to calm down and after several shaky inhales the sparks of energy faded from his body.
âBeing a hero, to me, means changing the world for the better.â