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Venom tried to hold the situation at arms length and not acknowledge the emotions the information drudged up from within her. Cautiously she looked to Hattori, he was always contemplative and seemed to hold all the answers behind his iron gaze. His presence was reliable and steady, a foundation that she could build herself upon. Someone that she could tell her sorrows and uncertainties to. She was always honest with Hattori, perhaps that was part of the reason they fit together so well. His sensitivity to her own inner turmoil was obvious as he sighed and slowed to a stop.

The young Empress brought her soft gaze to him as he spoke softly, the words were polite as he offered condolence. She blinked back her surprise as Hattori continued speaking, revealing what she felt so easily. He understood, deeper than she imagined. She lowered her gaze, while he hid his emotions with this confession Venom could feel his struggle as easily as her own. ”I’m sorry, Hattori.” She murmured back in return, hesitantly looking at his liquid silver gaze.

She refrained, painfully, from offering any kind of physical comfort. Their distance would be well maintained, but she could feel his support with every word he spoke. Each one precious and filled with meaning. ”You were close to Take?” Venom asked then, quietly. If she couldn’t hold him tightly to bond over their woes, she would seek to know more about his cousin.