[ Before Eddie's already changed into Venom, it's clear he doesn't mind standing back and watching Angela inspect her surroundings. All the better, after all, that she go ahead and check just how well the place holds up. He can only imagine the memories here, the many nights spent doing her job-- abiding by the oaths she swore. From afar, he can feel the swirl of emotions within her. The nostalgia perhaps, for a simpler time. But also the recognition that even back then, things were complex. Bigger in implications and scope than she could grasp without hindsight, especially when she was in the business of saving people's lives, often tending to the sick and wounded.
There's more dignity in her profession than in the task he's chosen for himself. He once protected a vulnerable community that had fled from society, taking refuge in an abandoned city beneath San Francisco. That was the most he was ever considered a pillar of some community, and now... he's a complete renegade. A dark soul drifting. His dedication to his and the symbiote's shared purpose should be its own reward, but the absence of recognition - of validation - can still be demoralizing. He's learned to understand what his former enemy has had to deal with, public maligning and all. Eddie's former hatred was fed by the same misunderstanding-- so he can only imagine how many people hate Venom for the wrong reasons. ]
My other and I have spent the past several years on the run, Doc. The days sort of just blend for us now.
[ He laughs, though, matching Angela's warmth. Simply making light of what he's been living with for so long, as well as how he's been living. It's worthwhile to have a perspective other than the symbiote's for once. The two of them might have been Angela's anchor for the transmission of knowledge back in the hospital, but Eddie's starting to think that she can be his anchor: yet more of the human element Venom's always needed. More of the demystification Venom would profess for himself.
Speaking of which, it's as Venom that he later addresses her. Heeds her words about their ability - his and Mercy's, as one - to testify the truth. ]
Sleep sounds good. The restoration of our strength will be vital to subjugating Talon's goons.
[ Despite the fact that he's unfamiliar with the place, Angela's memories here bestow upon him familiarity by proxy. He understands where there's a back room containing a hospital bed, and quickly proceeds towards it. But to get there, he must pass through the very doorframe in which Angela stands. ]
You have been... cold, then. Cold without us.
[ With something of a neutral expression, Venom hasn't bared much of his fangs since transforming. He stays that way looking over Angela's shoulder, which isn't difficult, to then assess what was once used as a patient room. ]
The warmth of our bond is why you shivered, Angela. Your body recognized what it was missing.
[ Instead of looking over Angela, Venom looks down at her instead. ]
We don't know how to ask this of you. But it doesn't have to remain that way.
[ And for the first time, as fearsome a monster as Venom actually looks nervous. Like him in his colossal stature is fretful of walking on eggshells. Not wanting to impose in case Angela would prefer that room for herself, Venom takes a step back, crossing his arms as he awaits a response. But then he clears his venomous throat, sensing the clear tension in the air that connects his and Angela's bodies. While the bond that's formed between them presents a powerful pull, Angela represents the presence of a third conscience. In quiet moments such as this, with no other stimuli present, the mere perception of her can be staggering. ]
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There's more dignity in her profession than in the task he's chosen for himself. He once protected a vulnerable community that had fled from society, taking refuge in an abandoned city beneath San Francisco. That was the most he was ever considered a pillar of some community, and now... he's a complete renegade. A dark soul drifting. His dedication to his and the symbiote's shared purpose should be its own reward, but the absence of recognition - of validation - can still be demoralizing. He's learned to understand what his former enemy has had to deal with, public maligning and all. Eddie's former hatred was fed by the same misunderstanding-- so he can only imagine how many people hate Venom for the wrong reasons. ]
My other and I have spent the past several years on the run, Doc. The days sort of just blend for us now.
[ He laughs, though, matching Angela's warmth. Simply making light of what he's been living with for so long, as well as how he's been living. It's worthwhile to have a perspective other than the symbiote's for once. The two of them might have been Angela's anchor for the transmission of knowledge back in the hospital, but Eddie's starting to think that she can be his anchor: yet more of the human element Venom's always needed. More of the demystification Venom would profess for himself.
Speaking of which, it's as Venom that he later addresses her. Heeds her words about their ability - his and Mercy's, as one - to testify the truth. ]
Sleep sounds good. The restoration of our strength will be vital to subjugating Talon's goons.
[ Despite the fact that he's unfamiliar with the place, Angela's memories here bestow upon him familiarity by proxy. He understands where there's a back room containing a hospital bed, and quickly proceeds towards it. But to get there, he must pass through the very doorframe in which Angela stands. ]
You have been... cold, then. Cold without us.
[ With something of a neutral expression, Venom hasn't bared much of his fangs since transforming. He stays that way looking over Angela's shoulder, which isn't difficult, to then assess what was once used as a patient room. ]
The warmth of our bond is why you shivered, Angela. Your body recognized what it was missing.
[ Instead of looking over Angela, Venom looks down at her instead. ]
We don't know how to ask this of you. But it doesn't have to remain that way.
[ And for the first time, as fearsome a monster as Venom actually looks nervous. Like him in his colossal stature is fretful of walking on eggshells. Not wanting to impose in case Angela would prefer that room for herself, Venom takes a step back, crossing his arms as he awaits a response. But then he clears his venomous throat, sensing the clear tension in the air that connects his and Angela's bodies. While the bond that's formed between them presents a powerful pull, Angela represents the presence of a third conscience. In quiet moments such as this, with no other stimuli present, the mere perception of her can be staggering. ]
You need only join us. That's all we're saying.