He brings one hand up to cup Sophia, as if she could ever fall from her Sleeper's shoulder. It is soothing to run a finger along her fur and feel the gentle poke of her nose and Paul's in his hair.
"Killing can be a way to save others. An old Hero, someone I look up to, told me never to forget that. Sometimes, when there's no other option, we have to. Heroes, who are supposed to save everyone."
He looks up at Paul with the doubt, fear, and desperation of an animal caught in a trap.
shut up all might you're not my real dad
He brings one hand up to cup Sophia, as if she could ever fall from her Sleeper's shoulder. It is soothing to run a finger along her fur and feel the gentle poke of her nose and Paul's in his hair.
"Killing can be a way to save others. An old Hero, someone I look up to, told me never to forget that. Sometimes, when there's no other option, we have to. Heroes, who are supposed to save everyone."
He looks up at Paul with the doubt, fear, and desperation of an animal caught in a trap.
"This Quirk is for saving people. It has to be!"
He has sounded so sure about that in the past.