Cherish smiled and stared at me, “The little worm found a nugget of self-worth, she just doesn’t want to look too closely at what that nugget is made of.

This does sounds about right, honestly.

If she’s lucky, she’s one of the worms without eyes.  They might be keenly aware of their environment, but they’re happier blind.”

Are there worms with eyes?

I mean, actual worms, not snakes.

Anyway, I quite like this whole analogy. It seems to provide another reason why this story is called Worm, one that reaches way deeper than just “the final boss is a worm monster”.

Of course, being the Worm means Skitter should really watch out for Shatterbird and the Simurgh.

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