"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...

"Ya seem to do well enough here." Though in this case, "hunting" was more akin to fighting off the things that tried to do you harm. Dabi's seen Nara'a's skills, so it's a bit strange to think he's "miserable" as a hunter. Could certainly earn a kill with those powers. If he weren't such a damn pacifist most of the time. "Ain't too much different for humans. We tend to leave home around a certain age for different reasons." Some for school, others for jobs, others for emotions, the list goes on.

"Basically a buncha geezers wanted to renew the glory days and wipe out all the stupid young people they didn't like." And of course the youth didn't like that idea, so time to commit a genocide of the old power. "No matter what world ya live in, it's always the same power struggle. Kinda amusin."

"You're supposed to point the arrow away from yourself when ya fire, idiot." No wonder he wasn't good at hunting if he's giving himself scars with a damn bow and arrow. Though when Nara'a clarifies how it happened... eh, he's not gonna fix that in his head. Far more amusing to think the guy somehow shot himself across the face with an arrow.

"Only cowards or prisoners don't leave their homes eventually." Dabi might not be the most unbiased person to judge others, but at least he's aware of how most humans tend to run their lives.

"That bad, huh." The elders in power looking down on those weaker and younger than them. Yeah, he recognizes that kind of ideology. Not to the same extent, but it's applicable in his life. Dabi tilts his head back, looking up at the ceiling. "Somethin like that. It's more oppressed versus the oppressors. Corruption and startin anew."

"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.

"Ya seem like you take teasin pretty easily." Not someone who got ruffled too much, though Dabi's needled Nara'a a few times already in their adventures. Though on the other hand, "hunting" in general doesn't always mean meat or animals, and he's seen Nara'a hunt down a few things already. He isn't that bad... Not that Dabi'll admit such.

"That's just the nature of people," the villain retorts dryly. Two large extremes: anarchy that ultimately devolves into might-makes-right and then tyranny which results in too many restrictions. "There's a balance between anarchy and tyranny, but humans can't reach it as a whole cause they're humans." Dabi's not sure if Nara'a considers himself separate from "humans" as a race since he's a miqo'te, but at the same time, he's spoken inclusively before, so... who knows.

The compliment earns a brief snort from the burned man. "My world's already might makes right. Heroes are the victors, and thus they make the laws to enforce their way of thinkin. No matter who gets crushed as a result." He lifts his hand, looking at the staples in his skin, gleaming in the firelight. "I'm pretty close to the bottom of that hierarchy. S'why I'm lookin forward to burnin it all down."

Dabi grunts in response, accepting it. There were elements of teasing in the League, mostly from Toga and Twice, and the burned villain was pretty quick to show he wasn't someone who could be teased easily. Too sarcastic and "don't care" to respond to it. Or if they got too annoying, he wasn't afraid of threatening their lives either to make them back off.

"Depends on who thinks what example is right." Always the contentious argumentative type. But that's because in Dabi's world, it's only the heroes that go on about shit like "leading by example" and encouraging others to follow. And that only when said "example" is what's considered good and best by the heroes and other people in power. "Sometimes flexin ya strength is the only way to make other people realize some examples aren't the best to follow."

The question earns a lazy lift of his shoulders and Dabi settles his head on his hands once against, spiky black hair spearing between his fingers. "Mostly the first. Villains are the only ones who see somethin wrong with that fuckin society. And no one likes breakin the status quo, no matter how fragile and fake it is."