[Izuku nods, no longer actively crying, just sniffling and hiccuping. It is comforting to hear that. Even though his mind still can't stop thinking about all the things he missed, all the things he should have done, could have done, would have done. It's that funny break between what he knows in his head to be true and what he feels in his heart. Hopefully, his heart would catch up to his head in due time.
As his tears subside, he can catch the notes of defensiveness in Hank's voice. And a frustrated part of him, can't help but agree. What were they supposed to do? How were they supposed to know anything? They'd been flung into this mess and tried their best and their best hadn't been enough. But they hadn't been playing with a full deck of cards.
He sniffles and leans against Hank as both the catharsis and emotional exhaustion weigh on him. Finally he finds his voice, soft and quiet.]
It wasn't your fault either. ...It-it wasn't really fair.
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As his tears subside, he can catch the notes of defensiveness in Hank's voice. And a frustrated part of him, can't help but agree. What were they supposed to do? How were they supposed to know anything? They'd been flung into this mess and tried their best and their best hadn't been enough. But they hadn't been playing with a full deck of cards.
He sniffles and leans against Hank as both the catharsis and emotional exhaustion weigh on him. Finally he finds his voice, soft and quiet.]
It wasn't your fault either. ...It-it wasn't really fair.