"So you think what he did was... what's the word I'm looking for?" She manages, at long last, to pick up the flowers and look down at the petals like they'll have the answer. "Cruel? Harsh?"

Not quite but almost there, Clara thinks. That's what it boils down to, perhaps -- The boy acting in a way that was almost unnecessary to do, cruel even, when the bug did no wrong besides try to live. Which happened to get in the way of Heiji and them, yes, but it could have ended peacefully. Simply shoo the bug away, set it aside, and then think nothing of it.

"That's one way to leave an impression I suppose," she said, frowning. It's clear she doesn't agree with it. Neither of her sons ever did that before except for pesky mosquitos bugging them. They knew better. "I suppose what I'm worried about for something similar to that happening again. Only to the wrong person or thing. That doesn't usually end well, you know?"

She hopes she's making sense in her observations.