The Hollow Knight, again, does not understand. All bugs were someone. With desires, struggles, hopes, dreams, families. Names.
They...want nothing. They do not know anyone of before their creation. And the dead of Hallownest have been disturbed for so long. They know little of spirits, but know much how being a wandering dead is agony. Merely knowing of one should not be enough, to trap one in the nightmare of Her--the Infection is gone!--but. But. If there is the slightest chance...
They cannot do that.
It is against their purpose.
They shake their head.
The quill stays pinched in their claws. If they could tell him--all bugs are someone-- but he has not asked this, and they do not speak, do not, do not, do not.
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Date: 2020-08-31 09:35 am (UTC)They...want nothing. They do not know anyone of before their creation. And the dead of Hallownest have been disturbed for so long. They know little of spirits, but know much how being a wandering dead is agony. Merely knowing of one should not be enough, to trap one in the nightmare of Her--the Infection is gone!--but. But. If there is the slightest chance...
They cannot do that.
It is against their purpose.
They shake their head.
The quill stays pinched in their claws. If they could tell him--all bugs are someone-- but he has not asked this, and they do not speak, do not, do not, do not.