“Because Touya’s dead! Touya was weak! He burnt to ashes and Dabi had risen from the flames!” He had tried so hard to dissociate himself from his past life.
Natsuo had managed to find the criminal 'Dabi' and still barely believed it himself. Could this man truly be Touya?
"If you are who you claim, then tell me why- Why didn't you let me know you were still alive? We had a funeral for you and I refused to believe you were dead, I thought maybe you just ran away... But when they found it, I knew that he must have had something to do with it," he admitted, referring to what had been left of his sibling's jaw bone. The only evidence that Touya Todoroki had, indeed, existed before he was proclaimed deceased.
The look in the other man's eyes makes him flinch, like he's being skewered by twin needles filled with venomous bile. Feeling the heat roiling from the flames gathered within palms that were little more than scar tissue, surgical staples, and pieces of grafted skin.
So much rage. So much pain.
"You've never been weak. You're the strongest person I know, Touya. You shouldered so much and I didn't listen. None of us paid enough attention to how badly you were hurting and I just... I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry that I wasn't there for you when you needed me and I know I don't deserve it, I don't-" he trails off, roughly scrubbing at his eyes with the heel of his right hand.
"- but, right now, I just want my brother back."