[ Ah. Venom rolls those words over in his head, digests them slowly so that they percolate. In his mental frame of reference, the answer to that is 'maybe you weren't meant for a commanding role'; it's a charisma's job to protect his or her people, or finish them off by his or her own hands. To burn yourself for the sake of the people that burn for you, irrespective of emotions.
But things never quite work out that way— Venom knows that, because Venom is just an exoskeleton of his own equivalent of Jack Morrison. Whatever he has to say is trite, because he's sure everything he's ever thought has already crossed Jack's mind. ]
After a while, it stops being about what you want. [ Blunt words, tempered by his careful delivery. Venom takes another step, two feet away from being at arm's length. ] But you're still gonna have to live.
[ That's the easiest way to make his people happy, even if it's the most difficult option. ]
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But things never quite work out that way— Venom knows that, because Venom is just an exoskeleton of his own equivalent of Jack Morrison. Whatever he has to say is trite, because he's sure everything he's ever thought has already crossed Jack's mind. ]
After a while, it stops being about what you want. [ Blunt words, tempered by his careful delivery. Venom takes another step, two feet away from being at arm's length. ] But you're still gonna have to live.
[ That's the easiest way to make his people happy, even if it's the most difficult option. ]