[ That couldn't be it. Altruism was a virtue that many, many kids his age actually, genuinely possessed. They were from an age of heroes and icons of peace, of justice. Helping someone out was as natural to some as breathing. While Bakugo had never been a helpful individual, he could rationalize his actions now -- and to give his innate drive to be the best hero over to the symbiote would shatter him.

He can bond with who he wants, especially if they're not "brood". It's why he hangs out at the docks with Voyul and Th'eru so much, lingering in the company of two raucous sailors more than any other, for now. Until they all have to move on, and he leaves them behind. ]

Then, let me make myself clear - I won't.

[ Bluntly, as he shifts them closer to the barracks, reaching out with the hand clutching Gildor's staff in it. Just a few more feet. ]

Isn't it embarrassing? Knowing there are things you don't want other people to know, but having no way of stopping yourself from saying them?

[ At least with the mental link, one could muddle it. A little. Not completely. ]