Liquid took a deep breath and stared into his drink. After all that shit on the station, and bad memories that had come up in relation to it when he thought about it later... Well, he wasn't sure what to feel. Anger, sure, but most of his anger was directed at himself. But since he always had anger to spare, it just sort of... ended up everywhere.

But as much as all the hate he'd felt as a kid had never left him, at least Venom was trying. He could give him that much.

"'Offended' is a funny word for it," he said finally, with a slight laugh. "Wounded the hell out of my pride, maybe, back then."