I think the problem here is that you all think I speak for every person that you all for some reason think I control. All I can do is suggest that for one night she doesn't stab anyone. Even if they were under whatever you heroes want to call my control back home, a few of them want to live different lives.

Think of me what you want, but I won't be the one to take that from them.

[[There's a very pointed moment, a quiet one when he realizes he's being listened to. Of course he is, they share the same apartment and to make it known, he's specifically not really speaking into the phone. More like he's speaking in general. How dare Dabi hear that he doesn't hate them all as much as he lets on.]]

Except Dabi. He needs a firm hand or he'd lose his head on the subway, under my direction at least he finds his way down the hallways instead of getting lost. No manners. Eavesdrops at any time he pleases. One star personal review.