[ Watching Angela accept what was given to her, Venom would find it unfitting to say she's succumbed to the symbiote's influence. What she embraces is not so much the external imposition of an alien force, but a greater awareness of the fabric in which she dwells, an existence wish she now shares intimately with the symbiote. With Eddie Brock.
With Venom.
But as her trance breaks, and the cosmic deluge has finished passing through her mind, the blackness gradually recedes. Venom's form begins to separate from her until finally, the two are no longer touching... but no less connected. Now, she is as marked by Venom as he is by her. And now that the connection is finished, the dissemination of knowledge consummated, Venom steps back. He responds to the more human compulsion of Eddie Brock to give Angela space.
After all, she had been hit with something that would drive lesser minds to madness.
And then she intones her question, practically begging to understand her new level of understanding.
But Venom only laughs. His sinister cackle fills the room, a door being all that prevents it from sounding across the deserted halls of the facility. ]
That's entirely up to you, Angela. How much sense it all makes.
[ And then he permits silence to fill the room, to let the scale of it all sink in. Germinate. ]
Or how much it all doesn't.
The cosmos is so vast, Angela. And despite many civilizations out there in the stars, it's still so empty.
In the grand scheme of things, this is why we protect the innocent. Because life is scarce, and the innocent among us even scarcer.
[ Not that this is a recognition Venom came to overnight. His two minds wasted too much time being so fixated, so obsessed with the destruction of their first enemy, it clouded their judgment against the more pressing concerns of the world. The omnics dwelling in precarity, the global poor growing poorer-- an entire cosmos of suffering just crying out to Venom. Needing him to seek vengeance for the sins of both Overwatch and Talon... among many, many others. ]
But this is why we won't leave.
[ He gestures at himself and at Angela. ]
You're a part of us.
To be without you is to wander a desert without water. To let the elements break us down, waste us away into nothing.
We need you now, Angela Ziegler. Mercy.
We need you because you are ours.
[ And Venom is hers. He neglects to elaborate because of their bond, this irrevocable psychic pull between them. It gives Angela enough to fill in the blanks.
To insist to her that she's safer with Venom than she's ever been with Overwatch. Than she's ever been alone. ]
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With Venom.
But as her trance breaks, and the cosmic deluge has finished passing through her mind, the blackness gradually recedes. Venom's form begins to separate from her until finally, the two are no longer touching... but no less connected. Now, she is as marked by Venom as he is by her. And now that the connection is finished, the dissemination of knowledge consummated, Venom steps back. He responds to the more human compulsion of Eddie Brock to give Angela space.
After all, she had been hit with something that would drive lesser minds to madness.
And then she intones her question, practically begging to understand her new level of understanding.
But Venom only laughs. His sinister cackle fills the room, a door being all that prevents it from sounding across the deserted halls of the facility. ]
That's entirely up to you, Angela. How much sense it all makes.
[ And then he permits silence to fill the room, to let the scale of it all sink in. Germinate. ]
Or how much it all doesn't.
The cosmos is so vast, Angela. And despite many civilizations out there in the stars, it's still so empty.
In the grand scheme of things, this is why we protect the innocent. Because life is scarce, and the innocent among us even scarcer.
[ Not that this is a recognition Venom came to overnight. His two minds wasted too much time being so fixated, so obsessed with the destruction of their first enemy, it clouded their judgment against the more pressing concerns of the world. The omnics dwelling in precarity, the global poor growing poorer-- an entire cosmos of suffering just crying out to Venom. Needing him to seek vengeance for the sins of both Overwatch and Talon... among many, many others. ]
But this is why we won't leave.
[ He gestures at himself and at Angela. ]
You're a part of us.
To be without you is to wander a desert without water. To let the elements break us down, waste us away into nothing.
We need you now, Angela Ziegler. Mercy.
We need you because you are ours.
[ And Venom is hers. He neglects to elaborate because of their bond, this irrevocable psychic pull between them. It gives Angela enough to fill in the blanks.
To insist to her that she's safer with Venom than she's ever been with Overwatch. Than she's ever been alone. ]