The Hollow rears up on all its legs, looming over her with all of its weight and strength and power. Now she has its full attention, for better or for worse. Its gaze is a physical weight in addition to a spiritual one; it appears to be searching her for a moment, debating the best way destroy her. She's a nuisance, she's in the way, and it is not having that.
"I'm doing what's best for Peter," the thing hisses. The voice is masculine, a cruel echo of what Ben's would have been in life. Older, a little raspy. But similar to Peter's, too. "He doesn't belong here. He should have stayed with me."
Not that that makes any sense, right? Peter's not really listening to his uncle, though the words still make him ache. God. He misses his uncle so badly it hurts. In some way, this wild night has been Peter just trying to get a few more moments with his uncle, even if it costs him everything ...
Focus, Peter. He thwips out a web as planned. The first one doesn't quite make it, but the second? That's a bullseye. He plants his feet on the roof and pulls, hard. The mask wavers; he's got a good grip but it needs something else to knock it loose.
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"I'm doing what's best for Peter," the thing hisses. The voice is masculine, a cruel echo of what Ben's would have been in life. Older, a little raspy. But similar to Peter's, too. "He doesn't belong here. He should have stayed with me."
Not that that makes any sense, right? Peter's not really listening to his uncle, though the words still make him ache. God. He misses his uncle so badly it hurts. In some way, this wild night has been Peter just trying to get a few more moments with his uncle, even if it costs him everything ...
Focus, Peter. He thwips out a web as planned. The first one doesn't quite make it, but the second? That's a bullseye. He plants his feet on the roof and pulls, hard. The mask wavers; he's got a good grip but it needs something else to knock it loose.