"Yeah, well, things are different now," Brock said.

While he still stood by his reasons for having to doctor that photo, he had the proper perspective now, like someone had forced his eyes open. There was a lot to be said when you found out that you were even smaller than insignificant in the universe, and that out of all the humans out there, he had been chosen. Okay, so he'd been second choice, but he could deal with being second. But for a guy who'd been pretty up close and personal with the symbiote, Parker just wasn't seeing the big picture the way they could. It was sort've depressing, actually.

Brock almost felt sorry for him. But then he remembered what Parker did to him, did to them, and any pity he felt evaporated. Screw Parker. If he wanted to run back to his fake little bubble of normalcy, than he could have it. Being normal was for chumps. It just frustrated Brock to no end whenever he thought about Parker - which was more than was probably healthy - and saw a lot of wasted opportunities.