Oh, our human half obviously hasn't lived long enough.
But even with all your fancy tech today, you have no frame of reference for what our other half has seen.
Cosmic, primordial awareness. Something to make this entire world and its oceanic turmoil feel like a mote of dust.
[ And yet he chooses to help people, in his own twisted way. As reports from San Francisco and New York City can attest, no problem is ever too small for Venom. He's committed, like he said, to discerning the innocent from the guilty. Dispatching justice where institutions fail or practice a willful blindness. Angela surely notices this discrepancy between Venom's words and deeds. She must soon wonder why, then, that Venom continues to do things despite belittling the world in which he wanders. It's like she already asked-- why is he still here, when the might of Overwatch is supposedly beneath him?
His vacant expression, however monstrous by default, contorts into a eerie smile. Fangs on full display, tongue drooping like a broken limb out of his gaping maw. He seems to take pleasure in Angela's question, in the lack of understanding that it indicates. How little you know, he seems to say, while still silent. As if in meditation on the question, however, he does pause. Slows into a halt atop the tiles he has indeed been minding. ]
We linger because "we" no longer stands for two minds.
Saving you has changed us.
[ In Venom saying it, Angela might feel like she's being drawn even closer to him, despite neither of them moving an inch. Venom can feel her quickening heartbeat as if it were his own, and Eddie's - his anatomy intact within the black suit - cannot help but quicken in unison. Both man and symbiote soon wonder, then, if Angela can feel them too. If she can feel their essence coursing through her body as hers does their own. ]
Juggernaut would have killed you in a single punch.
In breathing now, you enjoy your second chance at life. The price of admission, however, was a bond.
A bond to us.
[ While speaking, he does come to her, and come to her slowly. Every word is another inch closer to Angela, until Venom's hulking mass positively towers over her. Her heartbeat is louder in him now than ever before, her adrenaline-- all her fear and wonder belong to Venom now. But it is reciprocal, because she is equally exposed to his. ]
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But even with all your fancy tech today, you have no frame of reference for what our other half has seen.
Cosmic, primordial awareness. Something to make this entire world and its oceanic turmoil feel like a mote of dust.
[ And yet he chooses to help people, in his own twisted way. As reports from San Francisco and New York City can attest, no problem is ever too small for Venom. He's committed, like he said, to discerning the innocent from the guilty. Dispatching justice where institutions fail or practice a willful blindness. Angela surely notices this discrepancy between Venom's words and deeds. She must soon wonder why, then, that Venom continues to do things despite belittling the world in which he wanders. It's like she already asked-- why is he still here, when the might of Overwatch is supposedly beneath him?
His vacant expression, however monstrous by default, contorts into a eerie smile. Fangs on full display, tongue drooping like a broken limb out of his gaping maw. He seems to take pleasure in Angela's question, in the lack of understanding that it indicates. How little you know, he seems to say, while still silent. As if in meditation on the question, however, he does pause. Slows into a halt atop the tiles he has indeed been minding. ]
We linger because "we" no longer stands for two minds.
Saving you has changed us.
[ In Venom saying it, Angela might feel like she's being drawn even closer to him, despite neither of them moving an inch. Venom can feel her quickening heartbeat as if it were his own, and Eddie's - his anatomy intact within the black suit - cannot help but quicken in unison. Both man and symbiote soon wonder, then, if Angela can feel them too. If she can feel their essence coursing through her body as hers does their own. ]
Juggernaut would have killed you in a single punch.
In breathing now, you enjoy your second chance at life. The price of admission, however, was a bond.
A bond to us.
[ While speaking, he does come to her, and come to her slowly. Every word is another inch closer to Angela, until Venom's hulking mass positively towers over her. Her heartbeat is louder in him now than ever before, her adrenaline-- all her fear and wonder belong to Venom now. But it is reciprocal, because she is equally exposed to his. ]
Do you feel it, Doctor? We do.