It was a small blessing that Tomura couldn't see his expression unless he tried, because the more he talked, the wider and more distant Katsuki's expression became, as he was overwhelmed with what Tomura implied.

He hated Tomura. He didn't think he could take him on his own, not like this, but he was right, getting anyone else involved would put them at risk. Shit, so many innocent people had already been hurt, and it wasn't because of Tomura, but him. He was the fucking weakling.

He had to deal with this himself. It was the only way.

He dug his hands into Tomura's wrists as he jerked them, and in one quick movement, released one hand to attempt and blast him in the back of his head. He needed him unconscious.