The human child did not particularly want to hurt anyone. They understood that sometimes people could be mean because they were just in with the wrong crowd. Once the Moldsmal had been flirtatiously placated by the minor, it wiggled away mindlessly toward the far corner of the room to rhuminate.
"Nothin' like alone time!" Migosp exclaimed happily, now eagerly dancing his cares away. He danced and danced like no one was watching.
Alone time. The words echoed in the human child's mind inexplicably, pangs of sadness reverberating off the walls of their inner ears and landing in their soul. Yet they could not at first understand why. Then, filled with determination, the human looked deep within their own soul for the answer.
"Mm, chaa chaa chaa!"
Migosp was still dancing.
As they watched that insect dance without a care in the world, the child understood. Awareness seeped into their brain like spider cider, spinning a web of protective lies as it did. For the human could not face the truth.
Alone time.
It was as if the human did not even exist.
"I am the true insect here," the human said out loud.
And what does it mean, then, to be human, if the soul requires validation to feel happiness? Perhaps Migosp possessed the ability to be happy alone because its monster soul already inherently contained the love and compassion needed for its own existence. But human souls... needed others. They needed validation from others to support their own existence. And truthfully, could any revelation be more heart-shattering?
Suddenly, Migosp had won the battle. Pieces of red scattered like fragments of a blood-red mirror into the void.
Migosp was still dancing. He did not even notice.