tw. violence, deep matters / prospects, mental entrapment walking away from that fight was the hardest thing he had ever experienced. bug had expected to feel powerful and strong, yet steady and grounding. like his name. mountain. they weren't. he should have stayed. they could of beaten her, couldn't bug? . . . couldn't bug? he shrugged the thought off. of course bug could. bug just couldn't be bothered to take a small risk, right. . .? yeah that was it. small risk, small gain. that was why they didn't stay. but it didn't change the face he was mad. the trapped rage that swirled beneath the calm cat wish wise words. that was too much pressure for them. bug needed to relive themself from the pressure. but there was only one way he could feel truly free. it was his name. their name. it was the true problem. it trapped them, holding them close. not letting them up for air, for any space to truly be bugself. it had to go.
