"Embarrassin way to learn it." Dabi flops down on his back, stretching his arms over his head for a few seconds until his shoulders pop, then tucks his hands under his head and rests all long and lanky in front of the fire.

"Me? Nah. That ain't somethin I give a shit about. People are people and they're gonna be dicks regardless of who's in control. If ya wanna fight for the freedom of everyone to do what they want, then ya gonna run into freedom overlappin. Just a matter of might makes right then." There's no way to stop oppression. It simply swings back and forth between hands.

Sure, he has some ideas on how that could be handled, but those are ideas that he tossed aside a long time ago. People who don't have a long time to live don't really involve themselves with "the future" of society.