[ She wishes Thanos felt like a lifetime ago. A not so small part of her wonders if there will ever feel a day where it doesn't feel like some part of that life consumes her - maybe never, because she barely had remembered what any life before it was. ]
[ She turns away from the view, leaning against the balcony as she folds her arms across her chest - metal over mostly organic. Cocks her head in question: ]
... If we're going by the Terran calendar, sometime in the year 2026. [ So a few years later - longer in some ways for her, having survived it all. Thanos had been gone for her; His revival a short curse and reminder. And yet, their work as a Guardians for those five years kept a constant reminder of his work. ] There's still plenty of work to be done.
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[ She turns away from the view, leaning against the balcony as she folds her arms across her chest - metal over mostly organic. Cocks her head in question: ]
... If we're going by the Terran calendar, sometime in the year 2026. [ So a few years later - longer in some ways for her, having survived it all. Thanos had been gone for her; His revival a short curse and reminder. And yet, their work as a Guardians for those five years kept a constant reminder of his work. ] There's still plenty of work to be done.