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"...." 

She stayed silent. The smoke around him tightened slightly, squeezing his chest a small bit-a warning. 

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“… Do you really think I’m afraid of death? I’ve met it several times in mine.. oh, but I believe you’ve met “plenty” of people like me, “oh, I don’t care if I die, no one will miss me”, boo-fucking-hoo.”

She scowled at him, grip tightening even more-she wasn't killing him...she wanted him to talk. 

“.. Oh, I see.. You want information you don’t have from me? Well, squeezing it outta me isn’t gonna help you, besides. Why would I help someone who won’t utter much of a word?”

Oh that was a bad fucking move. A bad, fucking, move. Pure, unadulterated hatred filled her eyes, as she scowled, letting out a strained angry noise-like she couldn't make anything louder or longer- the smoke wrapped itself higher around him-filling his throat and choking him. He couldn't fucking breathe he couldn't talk-he was actually going to die.  

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Now, he was a bit worried.. like he said earlier, he wasn’t scared of death. But the way of dying was.. different, that smell of smoke, the feeing of it filling his lungs.. that’s what made him terrified.. through chocked breaths and gags.. he was able to get out-


“ALRIGHT A-*cough cough*, ALRIGHT, I-ILL F-FUCKING/, *gag*, T-T-TALK!”


(.. oh wait-, bruh I just re-read that and saw the he-, oh god-.. bruh how did I miss the he couldn’t TALK-, your an idiot Skyler- ->-)

"Hf-" 

She abruptly pulled away, smoke dropping and fading-she had this wide-eyed, deer in headlights look-one that almost mirrored his own-like completely frozen up. He knew she'd just nearly killed him but-he knew that look-he'd SEEN that look- 

“*cough cough, cough..*, J-Jesus f-f-fucking Christ! T-that’s how you treat your god damn h-hostages-?! That’s h-how you get your damn-?!…. Oh w-why are “you” u-upset, y-you almost got what you wanted!.. F-fucking sick bastard… I-I think shoving smoke down my t-throat when you know me is f-fucking cruel you know!”


… How did-.. How did he know she KNEW him..!?

"Mf-mf-mf-" 

Didn't really seem like she was hearing him-she was shaking so, so badly, small, choked whimpers leaving her throat as she struggled to breathe, chest heaving. 

“…”


.. Seems like the both of them were having problems, Dabi.. having practically a break down from his past things.. And Kem, well.. you know her side.. You could see the two of them just, “sorta” staring at each other, Dabi.. eyes filled with tears as the smoke began to face, as his fire was no longer there.. and Kem, having problems even taking a single Breath sometimes..