[Izuku wants to help the elves. He goes with the intention to help the elves. But it's hard. His eyesight is still dull and he can barely make out shapes. He cuts his own fingers more than he cuts an ornament and ends up abandoning it on the ground, dotted with blood. He tries to plant things but it feels so pointless, so stupid. He'll never know if it was something that helped. Maybe it will be something useless.
Maybe it won't grow at all.
He tries to play his violin as inspiration. But his fingers on his damaged hand are clumsy, like he'd been out in the cold for too long. His song his awkward, screechy, and just uninspiring.
And that's how he feels.
Uninspiring.
He should have found Niel earlier. He should have reached out to someone that needed help. Instead he wasted his time in the stupid maze that never did anything for anyone. He's stupid. He's so stupid. He's so useless. He just stood there and didn't do anything to help Honoka, or Kokichi or Niel. How could he call himself a hero.
Rage bubbles up when his bow hand slips and causes a sour note. He grabs the neck of his violent, twists, and smashes it against a tree. He smashes it until it's nothing but a pathetic array of splinters held together by some strings. With a cry, he flings it and then turns his useless right hand onto the tree, punching it again and again until his knuckles are bruised and bloody.
He doesn't even feel it. Instead he just lets out furious cry of rage and sorrow.
Wildcard - The Forest
Maybe it won't grow at all.
He tries to play his violin as inspiration. But his fingers on his damaged hand are clumsy, like he'd been out in the cold for too long. His song his awkward, screechy, and just uninspiring.
And that's how he feels.
Uninspiring.
He should have found Niel earlier. He should have reached out to someone that needed help. Instead he wasted his time in the stupid maze that never did anything for anyone. He's stupid. He's so stupid. He's so useless. He just stood there and didn't do anything to help Honoka, or Kokichi or Niel. How could he call himself a hero.
Rage bubbles up when his bow hand slips and causes a sour note. He grabs the neck of his violent, twists, and smashes it against a tree. He smashes it until it's nothing but a pathetic array of splinters held together by some strings. With a cry, he flings it and then turns his useless right hand onto the tree, punching it again and again until his knuckles are bruised and bloody.
He doesn't even feel it. Instead he just lets out furious cry of rage and sorrow.
Some hero.]