[ Ungrateful, in a way, of a second chance. Disgusted with himself, with the symbiote, with Prince and his words and these enemies and everything that has turned all that he had known to shit. Adjusting to that is impossible. Hard. To erase all the truth you had known and throw it out. To let go of everything you knew. Everything you held as a guarantee. Maybe Prince has had enough time to adapt. Parker was still struggling with his own disease before getting something else on top of it.

At first, Parker just turns his back to him and goes back to walking, like trying to shut him out. But what he says, it boils inside him. It's easier, nowadays, to tap into that two primal instincts, violence and hunger, ever since the virus has been in him. And to think about how easy it is to feel himself riles, that makes him even angrier. Like he blames him for it. Blames everyone but himself. That it's unfair and it shouldn't be like this and he doesn't deserve it, he's just someone trying to survive, tired and--

And then he says what he says. Parker stops, turning harshly back to him. ]

I was already dead long before any of you came.

[ It erupts out of his mouth with such strength that he feels the words vibrate violently in his chest, even though he doesn't scream. He basically hisses it out, between gritted teeth, as it creeps up to him without warning, explodes in his head with such strength that he can barely hold back the way his whole body tenses up, veins in his neck thick and face red in anger.

He knows they know. Most of the time, he just likes to avoid that subject. But some things just eat away at him. Being reminded of how constantly close to that mindless state, worse than death for most, leaves him sick. Feels a dark panic grow in the back of his head. The reason he had taken the end. Over death. His fear of becoming nothing but a mindless zombie. ]

So why? Why do they want to kill us? Can you answer that? Or that's your answer? They want us dead? That's it?