It's good to be held again, by him, and despite herself she sags into him and stops trying to hold back the tears. She missed her son, every day, and now she's processing the fact that all those memories she'd had with Eddie, the life they'd had together … doesn't exist by half anymore. Even though they were no longer together, it was an integral part of her personal journey - resulted in her son - and there's a grief knowing these shared moments were no longer shared.
And there's something definitely wrong with Eddie but she's too overwhelmed to voice it quiet yet. He's seen her son and she's in part jealous and relieved. She shifts to hold onto Eddie as well, giving herself a moment to calm, but from her vantage point she can look over at Venom in the glass container.
During her illness, her postpartum psychosis, she'd been plagued by hallucinations and paranoia, seeing Venom, seeing Carnage, feeling like they were stalking her and her son and she'd had to do something. But something had turned into feelings of helplessness and insignificance and in the end her choice had been to try and remove herself from the equation in an attempt to save her son from these imagined horrors.
But they hadn't all been imagined, had they? She'd had her time with Venom. She'd helped to fight Carnage. None of that had left her, had been with her from that moment to Dylan's conception and beyond, and had reared their angry heads in her psyche when she was alone and at her most vulnerable.
Her grip on Eddie tightens for a moment as the grief and sorrow in her blooms into rage, and she stands, grabbing the bottle of bourbon and chucking it at Venom's container.
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Date: 2019-02-26 05:02 am (UTC)And there's something definitely wrong with Eddie but she's too overwhelmed to voice it quiet yet. He's seen her son and she's in part jealous and relieved. She shifts to hold onto Eddie as well, giving herself a moment to calm, but from her vantage point she can look over at Venom in the glass container.
During her illness, her postpartum psychosis, she'd been plagued by hallucinations and paranoia, seeing Venom, seeing Carnage, feeling like they were stalking her and her son and she'd had to do something. But something had turned into feelings of helplessness and insignificance and in the end her choice had been to try and remove herself from the equation in an attempt to save her son from these imagined horrors.
But they hadn't all been imagined, had they? She'd had her time with Venom. She'd helped to fight Carnage. None of that had left her, had been with her from that moment to Dylan's conception and beyond, and had reared their angry heads in her psyche when she was alone and at her most vulnerable.
Her grip on Eddie tightens for a moment as the grief and sorrow in her blooms into rage, and she stands, grabbing the bottle of bourbon and chucking it at Venom's container.
"Why did I ever feel the need to save you?"