show me a hero and I'll write you a tragedy

(this came from server talk about zhongli as a venom-esque being, so it's kind of a mass effect-type flavor of sci fi involving the idea of venom as understood by a person whose only actual understanding of venom comes from That One Friend's pretty kinky fic, what)

Childe realizes he's been drumming his fingers against the chair's armrest — probably for some time, given the tender buzzing feeling in his fingertips.  His attention sweeps over the smooth panel in front of him, eyeing the ship's various gauges — fuel capacity, efficiency, radiation shielding.  In the corner, numbers like an accusation: 03:24, universal time.