07-18-2018, 10:16 AM
It didn't seem like it, but Aizawa had many of his own regrets and bitterness. He wasn't the kind to put blame on other people, as he knew when he had done wrong--but this time around, he knew that he wasn't completely at fault. He had tried his damn hardest, and yet he still had failed. But All Might? He had given up, not on the fight, but on everything. He had fallen apart after his successor's death, leaving everyone else to pick up the pieces. He would never forgive him for that.
But, at the same time, he still managed to feel guilty. If he had been stronger, a better hero, then maybe he could have defeated them. Still, maybe that was just wishful thing. Yet, he still wished he could have been better. Better. He had always trained when he could, and he still felt weak. That's what happened when you compared yourself to the Symbol of Peace himself, he supposed.
The lion wasn't doing anything much, just randomly walking around, as his mind had been muddled all day and he was trying in a vain attempt to clear it. But there were still all these thoughts, these memories of pain and blood. His legs were aching, too, exactly where that Shigaraki had touched him. As if tearing up his elbow wasn't enough. His ears were ringing and he could vaguely hear screaming, though he knew it wasn't real. Why were these memories so strong now? He tried to avoid them all he could, and still they haunted him.
He nearly dismissed the voices as part of his active imagination. Shaking his head, he scowled as he made his way over, stopping as Izuku and some stranger came into view. He was going to come closer, to introduce himself, but then he heard them say their name. His eyes widened, then his jaw clenched in a sudden rush of anger.
He was wondering when he would show up.
Using his wind elementals, he aimed to wrap his scarf around the serval, squeezing it tightly around him if it succeeded. Aizawa didn't care if he was injured or if Izuku would yell at him for it. He didn't know what his hero had done after he died. Padding closer until he came face to face with the other pro hero, he narrowed his eyes, regarding him with a cold stare. "So, the Symbol of Peace finally graces us with his presence," he rumbles, voice darker and more hoarse than usual. They had never gotten along very well, but even someone who didn't truly know them would know this wasn't from the usual rivalry.
"SPEECH"
But, at the same time, he still managed to feel guilty. If he had been stronger, a better hero, then maybe he could have defeated them. Still, maybe that was just wishful thing. Yet, he still wished he could have been better. Better. He had always trained when he could, and he still felt weak. That's what happened when you compared yourself to the Symbol of Peace himself, he supposed.
The lion wasn't doing anything much, just randomly walking around, as his mind had been muddled all day and he was trying in a vain attempt to clear it. But there were still all these thoughts, these memories of pain and blood. His legs were aching, too, exactly where that Shigaraki had touched him. As if tearing up his elbow wasn't enough. His ears were ringing and he could vaguely hear screaming, though he knew it wasn't real. Why were these memories so strong now? He tried to avoid them all he could, and still they haunted him.
He nearly dismissed the voices as part of his active imagination. Shaking his head, he scowled as he made his way over, stopping as Izuku and some stranger came into view. He was going to come closer, to introduce himself, but then he heard them say their name. His eyes widened, then his jaw clenched in a sudden rush of anger.
He was wondering when he would show up.
Using his wind elementals, he aimed to wrap his scarf around the serval, squeezing it tightly around him if it succeeded. Aizawa didn't care if he was injured or if Izuku would yell at him for it. He didn't know what his hero had done after he died. Padding closer until he came face to face with the other pro hero, he narrowed his eyes, regarding him with a cold stare. "So, the Symbol of Peace finally graces us with his presence," he rumbles, voice darker and more hoarse than usual. They had never gotten along very well, but even someone who didn't truly know them would know this wasn't from the usual rivalry.
"SPEECH"