[ At this point, the revelation that this might not be real isn't a surprise. After the first fakeout, followed by a second, followed by a third, even his inability to trust himself becomes a routine. Tell the same lie enough times, and it becomes real.
But despite the novelty of their circumstances wearing off, Venom's expression edges close to a frown. Suffering isn't sport, and he knows that everyone is equal in this mishap, but it brings to mind the possibility of him being a liability later on in the game.
(fix a broken machine once, twice, fine— it still works. break it three, four, five times, and its no longer a matter of finding new components to replace the old ones.)
He scrubs at his face with his bionic, rubbing lukewarm metal along the planes of his tired face, before bringing their intertwined hands up to his lips to kiss at Kaz's knuckles. ]
Sounds about right. We're not going down easy. [ Real or no, imagined or no. ] The only direction for us is forward.
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But despite the novelty of their circumstances wearing off, Venom's expression edges close to a frown. Suffering isn't sport, and he knows that everyone is equal in this mishap, but it brings to mind the possibility of him being a liability later on in the game.
(fix a broken machine once, twice, fine— it still works. break it three, four, five times, and its no longer a matter of finding new components to replace the old ones.)
He scrubs at his face with his bionic, rubbing lukewarm metal along the planes of his tired face, before bringing their intertwined hands up to his lips to kiss at Kaz's knuckles. ]
Sounds about right. We're not going down easy. [ Real or no, imagined or no. ] The only direction for us is forward.