Eddie Brock lay on the operating table with lifeless eyes, like a pathetic wreck struck by Martin Lee's despair energy.
Although he hadn't suffered any pain, constantly watching someone slice off parts of his body without a trace of emotion, only to have a lump of sludge patch them back on, had inflicted some serious psychological trauma.
Worse still, as this mysterious Asian man cut into his body, he discussed how much energy the repairs would cost with Venom, the symbiote inside him.
After cutting open his belly, those two bastards had actually started passing judgment on his internal organs.
"Your lungs are pretty black. You smoke a lot, don't you? Your liver doesn't look quite right, either. You must drink heavily, too..."
"Organs like these usually don't taste very good. I prefer fresh ones."
Well, I'm so sorry my internal organs aren't fresh!
Eddie Brock glared at Kraft and Venom with his dead-fish eyes, then accidentally caught sight of his own open belly and hurriedly shut his eyes in fright.
"You can even keep his wounds from bleeding without letting them heal."
Kraft prodded Eddie Brock's internal organs, marveling at the wonders of symbiotes. They had such powerful regenerative abilities fueled by food alone. If their weaknesses hadn't been so glaring, creatures like these would have been genuinely difficult to deal with.
"That's also because Eddie's body is a very good match for me," Venom explained. "If the compatibility is poor, a host we bond with might die outright, and our abilities would be severely restricted."
"There's a restriction like that, too?"
Kraft frowned deeply. Wouldn't that make his Bio-Armor even harder to develop?
Venom had no idea Kraft already viewed symbiotes as experimental materials. After sealing Eddie Brock's belly back up, he took control of him and got