[ Thing is, that background noise is now everyone's background noise -- luckily, it's a thing that ebbs and flows between nestmates. Those not dug into one another's brains as deeply as some, like Bakugo. He's able to dig his heels in and pull himself back from it, withdraw his mind from where it's been butting up against Juno's own - boisterous and volatile, like a cat that's been rubbed down with a balloon until it's all on end. Ready to lash out, both consciously and unconsciously; hunkering down, ready to lunge. Ready to claw at someone to keep them away, because he'd prefer that, to any of the alternatives.
If Juno's metaphor stands, and they're all at the bottom of a long, violent fall, then Bakugo knows that he's the one already on his feet, even if it means that he's standing on everyone else. After all, he's the best suited to get out of a bad position, with just a controlled burst of energy. Like hell, if he's staying down there, if he's staying still. A secondary round of resistance escapes him, less revulsion - more indignation, when Juno mentions cities on fire. ( He thinks of Musutafu, already aflame by the time he'd left, buildings already half-consumed by the void-body of the thing pursuing him, calling his name with eager, hopeful tones -- ) ]
Tch, [ it's similar, and he hates it. ] What are you saying, who the hell walked away? Not me.
[ Not similar enough, he won't allow it to be. ]
The thing wanted me. Just me. Everyone else, they just -- they just got in the way. I'm the only one who could'a handled it, they should have left it to me.
it's all i know how to do
If Juno's metaphor stands, and they're all at the bottom of a long, violent fall, then Bakugo knows that he's the one already on his feet, even if it means that he's standing on everyone else. After all, he's the best suited to get out of a bad position, with just a controlled burst of energy. Like hell, if he's staying down there, if he's staying still. A secondary round of resistance escapes him, less revulsion - more indignation, when Juno mentions cities on fire. ( He thinks of Musutafu, already aflame by the time he'd left, buildings already half-consumed by the void-body of the thing pursuing him, calling his name with eager, hopeful tones -- ) ]
Tch, [ it's similar, and he hates it. ] What are you saying, who the hell walked away? Not me.
[ Not similar enough, he won't allow it to be. ]
The thing wanted me. Just me. Everyone else, they just -- they just got in the way. I'm the only one who could'a handled it, they should have left it to me.