His grip slicks with acrid remains of something that used to be human, and the more they wade through mud and grime, the less human he has to feel. If she doesn't understand the way she skips and refrains like a nursery rhyme with one too many stanzas, Venom doesn't comment on it; they have more pressing matters at hand, like the thunder that runs along the ground in the form of footsteps and artillery.
Wild animals scream in the thickets of the jungle. Victims, all of them. How many years will it take to repair the cocaine-burnt wasteland that they're leaving behind?
A useless thought, as Venom feels his limb pull by the socket in a grip from a small hand. The incongruity of Eli's power will always blindside him— he blinks ash out of his eye and rolls the shock out of his sinews.
"You're going to kill them." He echoes. The simple terms sound discordant, but he accepts them as an inevitability. A day ago, that steady voice inquired into pedestrian things like Venom Snake's choice in music: today, they condemn an entire legion to death.
That's life.
"Fine." Is there any other acceptable answer? He knows well enough that gentle morality is a shallow grave. None of the men training their scopes on them, fixing them with the swamp-green focus of their thermals, will give them a second thought. There are more shadows approaching, and Venom hefts his rifle against his chest, dislodging Eli from him in the process. "I'll be the bait."
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Wild animals scream in the thickets of the jungle. Victims, all of them. How many years will it take to repair the cocaine-burnt wasteland that they're leaving behind?
A useless thought, as Venom feels his limb pull by the socket in a grip from a small hand. The incongruity of Eli's power will always blindside him— he blinks ash out of his eye and rolls the shock out of his sinews.
"You're going to kill them." He echoes. The simple terms sound discordant, but he accepts them as an inevitability. A day ago, that steady voice inquired into pedestrian things like Venom Snake's choice in music: today, they condemn an entire legion to death.
That's life.
"Fine." Is there any other acceptable answer? He knows well enough that gentle morality is a shallow grave. None of the men training their scopes on them, fixing them with the swamp-green focus of their thermals, will give them a second thought. There are more shadows approaching, and Venom hefts his rifle against his chest, dislodging Eli from him in the process. "I'll be the bait."