Dead Fingers Walking - Working for a Nuclear Free City
I couldn’t export it properly so you’ll have to use your imagination; but his hand movements are meant to sync with the bass line and his jitters to the ringing.
Poor crusty boi is tweaking out.
At least 1,773 people remained at hospital mental wards for 50 years or more as of the end of June 2017, despite a Ministry of Heath, Labor and Welfare policy to reduce numbers by moving them to community care, a Mainichi Shimbun survey has found.
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Among the patients, their reason for admission was available for 1,291 people. Of them, 811 stayed of their own will, while 476 patients were admitted based on the judgment of an expert doctor and the consent of family members, but without the consent of patients themselves. Four patients were admitted due to legal orders from prefectural governors and others out of concern that the patients could possibly cause harm to others or themselves.
My theory about what happened to Touya is pretty much the same as yours - he attempted to do something dangerous with his quirk and burned alive for it. As to reason for it, I don't know. I do think, however, that it WASN'T during training, and I don't think Endeavor trained him at all after it became clear that he was "defective" - what would he gain from it. From what we see of the flashbacks, Touya was a healthy kid that played with his siblings.
I agree. The timeline doesn’t seem to work out that way.
We know that while Touya had a powerful fire quirk, his body was too weak for it.
So Endeavor must have given up on training him already at a young age and went on to have other children: Fuyumi, (unless twin theory, which I think it’s quite plausible given Endeavor’s and the other kids’ age), Natsuo and Shouto.
Here is Shouto at five, pre-scar, not allowed to play with his siblings - and Touya is still among them. Endeavor clearly only training him.
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…I discovered that he, the author at once of my existence and of its unspeakable torments, dared to hope for happiness… envy and bitter indignation filled me with an insatiable thirst for vengeance…
…I had cast off all feeling, subdued all anguish, to riot in the excess of my despair. Evil thenceforth became my good… The completion of my demoniacal design became an insatiable passion…
…dreams of virtue, of fame, and of enjoyment… I was nourished with high thoughts of honour and devotion… But now crime has degraded me beneath the meanest animal. No guilt, no mischief, no malignity, no misery, can be found comparable to mine…
For while I destroyed his hopes, I did not satisfy my own desires… I desired love and fellowship, and I was still spurned. Was there no injustice in this?
Am I to be thought the only criminal, when all humankind sinned against me? …I, the miserable and the abandoned, am an abortion, to be spurned at, and kicked, and trampled on… my blood boils at the recollection of this injustice…
…My work is nearly complete… Do not think that I shall be slow to perform this sacrifice… Soon these burning miseries will be extinct. I shall ascend my funeral pile triumphantly and exult in the agony of the torturing flames…
—Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus
All horikoshi knows is shitty dads, killing women, eat hot chip and lie