[He doesn't even flinch when a spear is pointed at him, because if he really wanted to, he could do so much damage without even touching this lady, but he's really not feeling up to it. In fact, Katsuki himself looks pretty shaken still - pale a little bit sickly. Even if he put it together that what he's been seeing isn't real, it still isn't exactly something he wants to see. His parents weren't the only ones, either. Izuku, All Might, a...pile of all his friends and classmates... His indignation and fury at being lied to again and again like that can only last so long before the cracks pile up in his walls, and he begins to break.]

You normally blame someone you just met for trying to help? Or am I just lucky? Turn the fuck around, dumbass, and see for yourself. You're crying over nothing.

[He nods his head toward where he assumes this lady's...friend, sibling, partner, whatever the hell is laying. This shit doesn't last very long, and he assumes it's meant to be that way - just long enough to strike hard, fast, and sink in. Just long enough to hurt. Because when Vaggie indeed turns around, there's nothing there. No body, no blood, the grass isn't even disturbed at all.]