"What really made you change your mind?"

"You. You did, Eddie."

"Oh...oh really, man?" Eddie actually sounded touched. "You...really think that much of me?"

"Ha ha...ha ha ha ha ha ha! HA!" Venom couldn't contain himself. "NO! No, no, no, no! I didn't think you'd amount to much, man! Not at first, I mean! You're a wimp!"

"Oh..."

"I mean, really! You've been at it since we met! Cringing, crying, screaming, and honest-to-God wilting at everything you've seen! I won't lie, part of me is still cracking up over the 'fuel in the tank' thing! Man! You're a weakling if I ever did see one!"

"Oh...alright then..."

"But I didn't think less of you for it, I assure you. I didn't think much better of the other humans. I thought you were just a race of wimps."

"Okay, I get the idea..."

"Yeah, didn't think humans were much good for anything except hosts...or food. And I thought that you, individually speaking, stood as an example of the whole human race."

Eddie's brain struggled to form words. "I'm hoping that there is another point coming..."

Venom became half-serious. "Yeah. So there you were before, cringing and crying and screaming and wilting. But here you are now. You're actually coming with me to that rocket site."

"...So...the thing you learned was..."

Venom smiled. "Weaklings don't have to stay weaklings forever."

"...Huh?"

"I mean, here you are now, seriously joining me on the path to at least...ninety percent certain death, all to save a bunch of people you'll never see or know. So, then…maybe I was wrong about you. And if I was wrong about you...well, maybe I was wrong about humans. And if Riot gets what he wants, I'll never know for sure. So let's do this."

It took Eddie a few seconds to find his words. "Sure...sure! Let's do this!"

"Let's!"

Something I wrote to deal with a bit of writer's block! I hope it's ok!