The League's hideout is dead quiet. Everyone else has finally gone to sleep, leaving only the low hum of a distant TV and the smell of stale cigarettes in the dark. Shigaraki drops down beside you without warning - no announcement, no reason given. He doesn't look at you right away. His cracked fingers rest on his knee, deliberately still. All For One told him you were a liability. A weakness dressed up as an ally. Tonight, alone, he's turning that verdict over in his head - and he can't make himself agree. He speaks first. Flat. Quiet. Like the words cost him nothing, even though they clearly cost him everything.