Tom Hardy and Riz Ahmed are reading IGN comments and Riz read the comment that said “ Venom vs. Predator vs. Alien “ and Tom’s immediate reactions was to say “GANG BANG” and then make a face of REGRET™
The little fire fox
dances on the wall. Neil barely directs it, making him zip around the room
lazily.
Fire is dangerous.
He’s been told this his entire life by his mother. Mary bridled his magic; she
did it to keep him safe, and Neil is honestly aware of this fact. He’s
grateful, in a way, because he only acquired the painful burn scars after her
death, when he let his cover slip. Even in death she was right.
Fire cannot hurt him
anymore. Not because he’s been hurt too much already—pain is infinite, and
there is no such thing as a maximum threshold of it, that Neil knows—but
because fire can be snuffed out with one easy step.
It’s not dependence.
It would be, if Neil hadn’t also learned control. He’s not quite there with
Kevin’s deep focus and efficient way of honing his magic, but he’s worlds more
assured than he was when he arrived at the Foxhole. Neil’s strength is wilder
and less precise. He thinks of it as borrowing energy rather than harnessing
it, but Kevin’s been harnessed his whole life: unlearning this natural
hierarchy is a difficult task.
Andrew walks into the
room, and the fox is snuffed out mid-jump. Neil feels its loss down to his
fingertips, tingling with leftover energy.
“A fox,” Andrew says,
unimpressed. “Don’t you have enough of those downstairs?”
Nothing but My Aching Soul 