Whether it was the medication or exhaustion weighing in on him, Venom couldn't help but close his eyes for a moment. How far exactly had he ran? How fast, putting aside the time wasted deterring a cat from trying to stop him? It was a blur now. Ha. He hadn't thought doing that would wear him down so badly...
Could he even claim it was worth it? Master Zato wasn't there, yes. But did that mean he had listened? If he had, the shadow was still there and Millia still had him wrapped around her disgusting finger - he was nowhere near safe. If he hadn't, it may have been too late. He may have fled to somewhere else and Venom was too blind in his own stupidity to check further. And even that discounted the notion that he was fooling himself and it may not even be him at all...
A familiar voice forced his eyes back open, and he wasn't going to pity himself by wondering how long it had been since someone had asked him that question. Instead, he pulled himself back together, straightening in his seat despite the sting of pain blossoming more and more with each movement, and stared quietly at the boy for a moment. He could feel his bangs parting awkwardly over his nose, but made no effort to correct it - the boy still wouldn't be able to see his eyes.
"It's nothing," he answered at last. "Worry about yourself." Sometimes he wondered how Sora was still alive when he could never learn to put away his selflessness. The world wasn't going to reward his optimism, if that was what he thought.
...
Venom's eyes turned to the tray in the other's hands, distracted from that last train of thought. "You shouldn't be eating that much."
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Could he even claim it was worth it? Master Zato wasn't there, yes. But did that mean he had listened? If he had, the shadow was still there and Millia still had him wrapped around her disgusting finger - he was nowhere near safe. If he hadn't, it may have been too late. He may have fled to somewhere else and Venom was too blind in his own stupidity to check further. And even that discounted the notion that he was fooling himself and it may not even be him at all...
A familiar voice forced his eyes back open, and he wasn't going to pity himself by wondering how long it had been since someone had asked him that question. Instead, he pulled himself back together, straightening in his seat despite the sting of pain blossoming more and more with each movement, and stared quietly at the boy for a moment. He could feel his bangs parting awkwardly over his nose, but made no effort to correct it - the boy still wouldn't be able to see his eyes.
"It's nothing," he answered at last. "Worry about yourself." Sometimes he wondered how Sora was still alive when he could never learn to put away his selflessness. The world wasn't going to reward his optimism, if that was what he thought.
...
Venom's eyes turned to the tray in the other's hands, distracted from that last train of thought. "You shouldn't be eating that much."