[ Unsurprisingly, he wanders around the whole facility, aimless and irritated because all the things they have to do will not amount to the energy that keeps being pent up along with helplessness. Petre feels useless, and the sentiment applies for the symbiote in his head and those responsible for bringing him here as well. They saved his life - so what? So did Diana, but with her came some kind of purpose and satisfaction. Whatever this is, it just gives him an itch that turns his thoughts into a screech-hissing creature at odds with the one they implanted when he came. Petre doesn't want to go back as much as he just wants to have her back.
He will grow to accept this, or something. At the end of the day, Petre doesn't actually care. He just wants something else, something more. Something will happen to let him realize that, with his newly acquired ability, there will be training and perfecting to do. Perhaps his first mission will come with another very real possibility of him dying permanently. Until then, all he really has left to do is stare at the weirdo leaning over to whisper and smile at plants. Fucking plants. What the hell, she's already lost it. ]
earth,
He will grow to accept this, or something. At the end of the day, Petre doesn't actually care. He just wants something else, something more. Something will happen to let him realize that, with his newly acquired ability, there will be training and perfecting to do. Perhaps his first mission will come with another very real possibility of him dying permanently. Until then, all he really has left to do is stare at the weirdo leaning over to whisper and smile at plants. Fucking plants. What the hell, she's already lost it. ]
Am I gonna end up like you?
[ Spoken with the disdain of an utter child. ]