[ His gaze slips to some empty space above Prince's shoulder, lips parting for a moment before closing, his mouth forming a thin line. From where he's standing - literally standing, on an alien base called the Station, the explanation isn't so crazy. And even unlock your full potential could've been in line with what he'd signed up for with Dr. Erskine and the SSR. So it's not quite disbelief that's radiating from Steve, but uncertainty as to where this path he's suddenly found himself on is going to start leading.
(and guilt)
Half a minute passes before he opens his mouth again, gaze flickering to search the face in front of him. ]
Why's it hunting us? [ You. He almost uses one word instead of the other, catches himself at the last second. ] What was it?
[ That... thing was straight out of a nightmare. He can't imagine anything worse.
He's processing, prioritizing. The symbiote, the thing inside him - the why me, he sets that question aside for now. It's presence feels, strangely (horrifyingly) enough, like the only certainty in this conversation so far. ]
no subject
(and guilt)
Half a minute passes before he opens his mouth again, gaze flickering to search the face in front of him. ]
Why's it hunting us? [ You. He almost uses one word instead of the other, catches himself at the last second. ] What was it?
[ That... thing was straight out of a nightmare. He can't imagine anything worse.
He's processing, prioritizing. The symbiote, the thing inside him - the why me, he sets that question aside for now. It's presence feels, strangely (horrifyingly) enough, like the only certainty in this conversation so far. ]