A hint of compassion swelled in Bobby's big eyes, but he was torn, muttering softly, "They're bugs, not humans."
Enna Clark patiently guided him and added a bargaining chip, "But what if the one you catch is their mother? If their mother is taken away and she dies, those little fireflies will be so sad..."
"I won't catch any!" Bobby cried out immediately.
"Don't you like them?" Enna wasn't just talking about fireflies but was also shaping his values, "Darling, we're going to like many things and many people in our lives. We're allowed to like, but we can't think only about what we like, disregarding other people's wishes, not considering others. Taking for oneself just because one likes something... that's what bad people do, ok?"
Tobias seemed to understand, "But I would be nice to them."
