Venom growls. “They used you.” You sigh. “Yeah, I know.” His voice rumbles inside your head. “We should eat them.” You snort. “No.” Venom makes a disapproving noise. “Why not? They are bad friends. Bad friends deserve to be eaten.” You rub your temple. “That’s not how this works.” Venom huffs. “Then they should suffer. Like you did.” You pause. “They’re not worth it.” Venom is silent for a moment. Then, softly, “Neither is your pain.”