Two days. That's how long it's been since Surebu answered one question, and it only lead to more questions to form. Aizawa hasn't pushed for more answers. After watching her scream till her voice cut out, he though she needed some time.
Both days Aizawa would walk in at the same time, with a plate of food. He sits there silently as she ate. He'd ask normal things like how she was that day or if she liked the meal, while she'd answer politely being greatful for the change in pace.
Aizawa ended up giving off information about his progress daily, but not much ever actually changed.
It was the third day of this and Aizawa had a small change in the plan. Instead of walking in with a single plate, he had two. Surebu looked at the plates curiously.
"Two?" She asked as he walked up to the table.
"I decided to eat with you. Better than walking back and forth getting both of us dinner at different times," Aizawa stated putting the plates down on the table. Surebu nodded seeing his point.
"You sure you want to eat dinner with a 'villain'?" She was sarcastic as she said the word 'villain'. Aizawa stopped and looked at her. He sat down across from her and casually started eating.
"You don't think of yourself as a villain?" He asked pointing his chopsticks at her. She smiled and began to eat herself.
"Just because I was with the villains when you saw me, that doesn't mean I'm one of them," Aizawa took a moment to think of what she had said. She had just told him that she was not a villain, but she treated him like they were enemies.
He could never figure out what this girl was thinking. He'd have to work harder then. "So you're not a villain?" He was curious as to her answer. She had never been upfront with her thoughts on villainy.
"What is a villain?" Aizawa stared, confused by the question and waited for her to explain. "What defines a villain? Is it someone who does a wrong? Or the person who made them do the wrong?" Sadly this did not clear up Aizawa's confussion.
"You're not doing a good job at explaining this," he sighed tiredly. Surebu smiled kindly nodding.
"There are many kinds of villains Shota," Aizawa ignored the name. He'd honestly stopped trying to get her to call him by his hero name. She wouldn't stop. "Society only sees the one villain. The person who breaks the law and is caught doing it," Surebu looked down at the table. "That's what a villain is in the sight of society, but in a different light, society is the villain," Aizawa only grew more confused as she went on. How could someone who decides what a villain is, be the villain? "Who do you think makes the villain Shota?" Surebu looked up at him and he looked back at her. It was a good question. One he'd never thought of before.
"Society," he guessed given the conversation. Surebu's evil smile told him he was correct. She had gone back to the crazy, blood lust girl he met that night. Almost like a switch went off in her brain.
"The world around a person is what makes them Shota. If the world sees a person worth their time, they shall be of worth. If all they see is a villain, well," she leaned back throwing her arms up. "Who can argue with that?" Aizawa's eyes grew wide. He had to admit, he saw her point. What she said is true. To the villains he fights, this world is a horde of villains they had to stop, and hero's were the main villains. "Then there's the people who have no choice," Aizawa broke out of his thoughts.
"You always have a choice," he stated without thinking. He believed he was right. Everyone had a choice.
"I didn't," Surebu stated changing personally again. She looked down at the table sadly. "My whole life has been decided for me. Who I am, where I live, who I belong to. None of it was my choice," out of everything she had just said, one thing stood out to Aizawa.
"Who you belong to?" He asked honestly worried, but her reaction only made him worry even more. She looked at him directly with a huge, stained smile on her face. "You have a choice now," her smile was gone. "You could tell me the villains plans and be a hero, or don't tell me and let many innocent people die."
"Or," Surebu interupted. "I could keep my mouth shut, and not betray those who gave me a home, who saved me. This way a plan that can't work, won't happen," this statement struck Aizawa.
"So I was right? You are a part of this weapon the villains have?" Aizawa stood leaning on the table. Surebu laughed.
"Shota," she spoke through laughter. "I am the weapon," she stated pushing her empty plate away from her.
"And how are you the weapon?" Surebu pretened to zip up her mouth. "You'd rather stay here and be a prisoner than tell me what I want to know?" He asked causing her to shrug. "Why? What is so special about them?" She stood up copying Aizawa's stance.
"They treat me like a human. Not an object. Not an animal. A human. They gave me a bed, food, a house I can call home. I've never had that before," Aizawa paused. He sat down thinking of her comment. Maybe she was just being loyal to the only people she learnt to trust. This only meant one thing, he had to gain her trust completely. Only problem was, she'd never trust anyone as long as she was their prisoner.