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Plagg knew that destruction wasn't evil. That it could sometimes turn to be something positive. It was an innate knowledge, an awareness that resided in his core and was intrinsic to his nature.
Natural destruction was chaotic at the moment it happened but it was also cleansing, restorative. It made that which came after stronger.
There was a beauty to it, as long as it was followed by the touch of creation. He loved seeing Tikki get to work after his many and many mischiefs.
It was the beginning of so many things. Of All things. It brought order to chaos.
However, Plagg wasn't ignorant to the effects of unnatural destruction. He knew that if caused by creation itself, destruction could be irreversible. And, unfortunately, humanity excelled in manufacturing destruction.
So it was safe to say that Plagg also feared it. He feared that which was essential to him when it came from his counterpart. He greatly dreaded the knowledge that the speckle of him embedded in Tikki could easily turn to corruption, as terrible and malicious as only unnatural things could be.
Plagg understood destruction. He embraced it. He loved it. He was it.
And he held on to it with all of his might, with all that he was, because he never wanted to see it coming from Tikki again.