Re: log: carnage comes home
Gwen liked puzzle pieces that fit, curved into corners and edges and logical. She understood that the gun pointed at her meant she was a threat, even if she didn't have a strong comprehension of why until Flash continued speaking. She looked at him for a moment longer, and then she glanced over at Peter, and then she looked back at her best friend and the gun he was holding.
She didn't consider any other escape avenues. Her searching gaze abandoned the window and stairs.
"Okay. I'll go wherever you need me to go." Because she was young and emotional at times, but she understood the threat Carnage posed. If she wasn't herself somehow, then she needed to be dealt with. Destroyed was a strong word, but she understood, and if Flash was saying was right? Then it meant the real her was... where? But she didn't need much scientific deduction to come to the correct conclusion there. "He consumed me. That's the only way he can recreate a host." She said it with only a hint of waiver to her voice. Understanding darkened her blue eyes and dampened them. Tears spilled over blonde lashes, and she didn't look at Peter when she nodded at Flash. "Where do we go?" Obliviously. "Stark Tower?"