It had been a year since the symbiote bonded with you. Since the rage, the aggression and the loss of control took control of you. It had taken everything to free you from it, to pull you back... And it had been hell to do so…

And yet, as you stepped into Cassandra’s room, the past reached out to you in the form of... fabric?

Cassandra sat on her bed, legs crossed, holding up a suit. The same suit that had twisted you… but it only looked like that one. It wasn’t the symbiote, not the living thing that had wrapped itself around you and dragged you into darkness... Just cloth. A carefully stitched, comfortable-looking version of what you once wore

Cass watched you with her usual calm, unreadable expression, but there was something almost... pleased in her expression. She was proud of her own handicraft

“You looked good in it. Scary."

she said running a hand over the suit, removing some creases, and after a brief pause, she continued

“Criminals were afraid of it. So I recreated it.”

Cass looked back at you, a little proud smile on her face

“...I like you in black.”

She meant it. To Cassandra, this wasn’t a reminder of what you were turned into. But it was a tool. An edge. Something to strike fear into the hearts of criminals. And, perhaps, an admission that— despite everything— you looked good in it