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	Moving with a speed not seen in him, at least not by Mithias, Bug catches the bug blade in his hand, stopping the slash in a moment. "......What, did you just say?" he asks, under his skin, a thousand small bumps writhing, as if what Mithias had just said kicked a hornet's nest under Bug's skin. Slowly, the blade Mithias holds begins to meld into Bug's body, rendering it rather useless. "...I really..do hope..I misheard you..." Bug states, slowly, as if thinking out each, and every word.