Bound for trouble from the start
I've been walking through this old world in the dark
Unless you have been through it yourself, you could not relate. Could not understand. But she did. She understood him completely. Having suffered in the Dark God’s grasp herself, having fought demons and burned like the rest of them. Only she could fully know him and the pain he constantly felt. He’s not sure if he can recount the tale with her, if he even wants to. Bile rises in his throat, burns at the back of his mouth. Pale gray lips reach for her, touching her cheek just to make sure she’s real. Not another cruel figment of Carnage’s wrath.
Her words are soft, rushing towards him as if she needed to explain herself. Instead he shakes his ravaged head, the one good eye closing for a moment. Reliving the pain all over again. ”Don’t..” He mutters quietly, the bear poking and prodding at the open wounds inside him. Knowing if she continues he might not be able to control it. After losing the bear for months, he had lost some of his ability to control it. High emotions usually meant it would come roaring out unhindered.
”Please…” He finally adds, an apologetic glance her way. Hoping she would understand it was still too rough to talk about. It still haunted his dreams. Chernobyl and Carnage now kept him from sleep these days. And a white bear, it prowled in the darkness. Mocking him. Burnt gold flecked eyes searches Cress’s face, looks her over. She doesn’t seem as damaged as he. Her body looks healthy, she has lived. Unlike him. A soft sigh escapes his lips, envious of what she might have experienced. Wondering how one crushed their pain and darkness down, how did she keep it from consuming her?
”I barely remember them.” He finally manages, racking his brain. He thinks there had been a child, that had been a kick in the gut. The way Carnage had made sure not exclude any no matter their age, gender, race. He wanted them all, would destroy any of them merely on a whisper of a whim. ”Where did you go?”
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