[ "We are... bonded," she says. And she goes on, laying bare her understanding. ]
Then it's settled. You and I are in this for the long haul.
You and I... and my other.
[ A black tendril emerges from his back, slipping out of the gap between himself and the car seat. The appendage waves 'hello' as a human hand would before slinking back inside Eddie's body. ]
See? He says hi.
[ Not that the symbiote's attempt at niceties succeeds in elevating the mood. Eddie himself hasn't been hoping for it, the stakes of the task before them all too salient for relaxation to be possible. Without Eddie, perhaps his other would fail to see the necessity of fleeing. Without Eddie, it has no real obligation to the customs of human society, to the idea of a reputation that must be defended or upheld. Angela, in her silence, is clearly calculating the consequences of her actions, and how to ameliorate them. How to ground her choices in reason, despite the cosmic irrationality circumscribing the three's bond.
Soon enough, Eddie hears Angela's plans. A way forward for both Venom and Mercy. ]
We'll follow your lead, Doc. Take us there in one piece, or... two, I guess. And you'll get that protection.
My other and I, we didn't plan this. All we wanted to do was save your life from the Juggernaut.
[ A split second's decision, whose consequences they could hardly predict. Whose consequences they're facing now. ]
But you happen to be a brilliant scientific mind. I was an investigative journalist before all this, so excuse the creepiness... but I know a lot about you. About Overwatch's activities, its whole network of relations before and after the Omnic Crisis.
I know our reputation might precede us, but we believe in our work. Venom's work. Because we're fighting for what's right. But we know we can fight it better by understanding ourselves better.
[ Eddie feels like he has to say all this to speak on behalf of Venom, taken as a totality. He knows that when he's in that form, he can get carried away with taunts and riddles. Grandstanding about his place in the world as some lethal protector.
Given the enormity it all, as well as the potential awkwardness of just spelling this out like it needs justification, he sighs. His posture weakens, the weariness of a life of vengeance catching up to his human body. ]
I'm just saying all this so you know. This whole arrangement benefits us as much as it does you.
The cure we want is an answer to the riddle that Venom represents. The reason we are what we are, and the reason for our bond.
[ Because he knows it's more than the hatred that brought them together. They like to think they've transcended that for bigger and better things. ]
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Then it's settled. You and I are in this for the long haul.
You and I... and my other.
[ A black tendril emerges from his back, slipping out of the gap between himself and the car seat. The appendage waves 'hello' as a human hand would before slinking back inside Eddie's body. ]
See? He says hi.
[ Not that the symbiote's attempt at niceties succeeds in elevating the mood. Eddie himself hasn't been hoping for it, the stakes of the task before them all too salient for relaxation to be possible. Without Eddie, perhaps his other would fail to see the necessity of fleeing. Without Eddie, it has no real obligation to the customs of human society, to the idea of a reputation that must be defended or upheld. Angela, in her silence, is clearly calculating the consequences of her actions, and how to ameliorate them. How to ground her choices in reason, despite the cosmic irrationality circumscribing the three's bond.
Soon enough, Eddie hears Angela's plans. A way forward for both Venom and Mercy. ]
We'll follow your lead, Doc. Take us there in one piece, or... two, I guess. And you'll get that protection.
My other and I, we didn't plan this. All we wanted to do was save your life from the Juggernaut.
[ A split second's decision, whose consequences they could hardly predict. Whose consequences they're facing now. ]
But you happen to be a brilliant scientific mind. I was an investigative journalist before all this, so excuse the creepiness... but I know a lot about you. About Overwatch's activities, its whole network of relations before and after the Omnic Crisis.
I know our reputation might precede us, but we believe in our work. Venom's work. Because we're fighting for what's right. But we know we can fight it better by understanding ourselves better.
[ Eddie feels like he has to say all this to speak on behalf of Venom, taken as a totality. He knows that when he's in that form, he can get carried away with taunts and riddles. Grandstanding about his place in the world as some lethal protector.
Given the enormity it all, as well as the potential awkwardness of just spelling this out like it needs justification, he sighs. His posture weakens, the weariness of a life of vengeance catching up to his human body. ]
I'm just saying all this so you know. This whole arrangement benefits us as much as it does you.
The cure we want is an answer to the riddle that Venom represents. The reason we are what we are, and the reason for our bond.
[ Because he knows it's more than the hatred that brought them together. They like to think they've transcended that for bigger and better things. ]