[You can't keep giving her drinks maybe she was drinking it to be polite and make a swift escape!! Which is to say, she doesn't appear particularly eager to go for that other drink even if she watched him with a careful eye- acknowledges it even with a grunt. ]
[ There was a time where her immediate response would be a snarl: No one can get what she mean. Not even Gamora. Some part of her still feels it, though the anger no longer tinges everything the pain still does. The awareness of how little of her is left if she glimpses in a mirror. ]
[ No, people rarely knew the extent of it - understood it - unless she said. The closest one would be Rocket. That thought makes the lump in her throat hard and maybe she does need another drink. But she nods, a simple and short understanding thing. ]
[ The more evolved side of her says it doesn't matter; Declaring hers was worse is childish and lacks something... She knows all too well now the world is full of cruelty. Besides, she feels the desire to answer in another direction, low and deliberate: ]
I know who I am. [ Now, she means. ] If I'm to be a knife or a guardian, I will always choose being a guardian.
[ She does not go for the drink. Even if some part of her wants to take its contents now too - what was she? The Guardian of the Reassembled - something in the title of a life unlived makes her feel bitter. ]
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You can't keep giving her drinks maybe she was drinking it to be polite and make a swift escape!!Which is to say, she doesn't appear particularly eager to go for that other drink even if she watched him with a careful eye- acknowledges it even with a grunt. ][ There was a time where her immediate response would be a snarl: No one can get what she mean. Not even Gamora. Some part of her still feels it, though the anger no longer tinges everything the pain still does. The awareness of how little of her is left if she glimpses in a mirror. ]
[ No, people rarely knew the extent of it - understood it - unless she said. The closest one would be Rocket. That thought makes the lump in her throat hard and maybe she does need another drink. But she nods, a simple and short understanding thing. ]
[ The more evolved side of her says it doesn't matter; Declaring hers was worse is childish and lacks something... She knows all too well now the world is full of cruelty. Besides, she feels the desire to answer in another direction, low and deliberate: ]
I know who I am. [ Now, she means. ] If I'm to be a knife or a guardian, I will always choose being a guardian.
[ She does not go for the drink. Even if some part of her wants to take its contents now too - what was she? The Guardian of the Reassembled - something in the title of a life unlived makes her feel bitter. ]