[ Venom is still laser-focused, duty-bound. His mission's been wired into him: a nocturnal animal not by nature but by circumstance, kept away from sunlight and taught to hunt in the dark.
He doesn't entertain the notion that he won't make it back, because that seems like a betrayal. There are still parts of him bound to Ishmael, and that's still (despite some newfound misgivings) a psychological fulcrum. A keystone.
Satisfied that Kaz seems marginally less agitated, DD wanders back to Venom and rests on his haunches at Venom's feet. ]
Inventory's still the same. [ As when they were camping, he means. His Windurger, SVG-67, survival knife, dried meat. His iDroid (a glorified music player at this point), his cassette player. Paz's tapes, an electronic cigar. Survival gear gifted to the crew by the Captains as a paltry apology for the situation.
Oh, and— ] —Managed to salvage this, too. [ He reaches inside his pac-disc, and
no subject
He doesn't entertain the notion that he won't make it back, because that seems like a betrayal. There are still parts of him bound to Ishmael, and that's still (despite some newfound misgivings) a psychological fulcrum. A keystone.
Satisfied that Kaz seems marginally less agitated, DD wanders back to Venom and rests on his haunches at Venom's feet. ]
Inventory's still the same. [ As when they were camping, he means. His Windurger, SVG-67, survival knife, dried meat. His iDroid (a glorified music player at this point), his cassette player. Paz's tapes, an electronic cigar. Survival gear gifted to the crew by the Captains as a paltry apology for the situation.
Oh, and— ] —Managed to salvage this, too. [ He reaches inside his pac-disc, and
takes out a cardboard fucking box. ]