"Didn't have a good home life?" Dabi's next toss into the fire sees a faint lick of blue flames off his fingers following the cloth and he turns his attention back to that. Better. Focusing for a few seconds, finally something gives and the same azure fire he's so known for flares up in his hand. Took the damn thing long enough to wear off. "Wouldn't be a lot of nations left if the whole world almost flooded." Fancy that, people fighting each other even after almost being completely wiped out.

Nara'a can regale him with more tales of his world's strange people the next time they're stuck somewhere alone and cold. Satisfied his Quirk's returned, Dabi tosses the rest of the fabric scraps into the fire and leans back on his hands in a more comfortable posture. Back to normal. "Dead for a reason or one of those "ages ago" kinda reasons?"

Were they killed for their knowledge or time simply keeps marching on...