[ Honestly, Dabi wasn’t also certain if he’s serious or not. Like anything else in life that he hasn’t planned out step by step … he’s just increasing the heat one notch at a time until he couldn’t stand it anymore. ]

[ And he was plenty used to being burned. ]

[ Both hands came now to cup his face. ]

Just how far could I go before you stab me then, birdie? Would I get a feather to my gut before or after the Commission squawks at you?