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i moreso just have wyrm headcannons, but i know his family was like the absolute last of them and he was either seperated or they steadily died, my pk was basically completely alone for his wyrm life and was nearly always in a mindset of survival.
i imagine he doesn't know much at all of his blood really, doesn't know the life a wyrm was supposed to live, whatever culture or history they could form as intelligent things but in such limited bodies, and he shunned those aspects of him when he became a bug because they were almost foreign- he didn't understand them and no one remained to teach him- his instincts i mean, especially because i imagine wyrms to have been a horrifying thing to whoever had lived through the ages they weren't extinct.
they were almost a natural disaster, the ground begun to shake with their passing even if they didn't mean harm, to enter their den would be most certainly your end and no mortal bug could dream of killing it, and any who had was deemed the strongest of them all. things that could seemingly see all without any eyes, things smart and admittedly terrifying to look at.
i think the stories of them have eroded as the wyrms have passed, but i think when pk was freshly reborn, those stories still hung, remained more infull and he made deliberate effort to exclaim hes shed that terror and beastly past, and that any bug, even a wyrm can change and become more than primal and live along side so many other bug, that peace is possible.
...he fears giving in at all to what he was- still is -will isolate him completely like in his childhood, but his daughter isn't so guilt ridden just yet, and it puts it into a different light for him.
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