[Aizawa struck a nerve finally because Shigaraki pulls his hand back like he'd just touched a hot stove. He brings the hand to his mouth, gritting his teeth as he silently seethed over the truth. Shigaraki's own scars from that day showing on his hand where he'd been shot. His Nomu didn't finish the job. Not only that but his Nomu was captured. So close. So fucking close. He'd done all that work only to have spent all his resources on a botched assassination attempt. Just thinking about that day is enough to send him into his own despair. Twitching madly, he's ready to scratch away at his rage. Try as he might the little self control he has isn't enough to contain himself.
But then his Master's words ring clearly in his mind. Information. They'd learned things that day. It's okay to fall as long as you stand back up.]
Oh. But he sure came close didn't he? Damn close.
[Shigaraki pulls his hand away from his mouth and moves to stand up, glaring down at Aizawa.]
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But then his Master's words ring clearly in his mind. Information. They'd learned things that day. It's okay to fall as long as you stand back up.]
Oh. But he sure came close didn't he? Damn close.
[Shigaraki pulls his hand away from his mouth and moves to stand up, glaring down at Aizawa.]