“Why go out and play hero when I can actually enjoy the power given to me? I can take what I please, do what I please, rule if I please.” Spoke the symbiote, so easily manipulating the body he now inhabited like it was his own. There was a smug grin on Ben’s face. “I am hungry for some action though, care to join me in some mischief?”
Internally Ben was fighting to regain control, regain some resemblance of his physical being, and still failing to win. The times he was able to regain control in brief bursts of time were on a slow decline. He was swimming in insanity.