[ not him, he echoes snake's voice and words back to him, tinged with the psychic equivalent of a scoff. he knows that this person isn't snake-- that snake. he knows what venom's mind feels like, knows the control, the frayed edges. this person is different, but.. he still feels similar.
the question earns a hesitant bob of his head, dirty fingers picking idly at bleeding cuticles as he peers steadily up at him.
that's.. strange. this man finds him familiar, too, doesn't he? he drifts back into the air, rising until they're roughly at eye-level; behind the mask, his are narrowed faintly, suspicious and uncertain. maybe.. he knows eli? maybe.. more than knows him, maybe--
the psychic exclamation mark is practically visible as he projects a quick series of impressions: the adult liquid snake layered over the child eli, a boy's voice snarling father, venom snake's even stare. at the end, snake himself.
family? his own 'voice' is disjointed, a scant psychic whisper, but it's also distinctly tretij. ]
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the question earns a hesitant bob of his head, dirty fingers picking idly at bleeding cuticles as he peers steadily up at him.
that's.. strange. this man finds him familiar, too, doesn't he? he drifts back into the air, rising until they're roughly at eye-level; behind the mask, his are narrowed faintly, suspicious and uncertain. maybe.. he knows eli? maybe.. more than knows him, maybe--
the psychic exclamation mark is practically visible as he projects a quick series of impressions: the adult liquid snake layered over the child eli, a boy's voice snarling father, venom snake's even stare. at the end, snake himself.
family? his own 'voice' is disjointed, a scant psychic whisper, but it's also distinctly tretij. ]