...Not killing your sister many times isn't strange?

[ The talking tree he can handle, but it's apparently not quite normative sibling interactions is what really causes him to stumble. Space can only prepare you for so much.

Then again there's plenty of context that he's missing and he knows that. He doesn't know Nebula's history, nor can he assume that anything he knew of her god-like self has an ounce of truth because they hadn't been quite themselves in that dream. In an attempt to wipe the judgement from his voice he lets out a quiet breath as the kitten chows down on the next treat, nipping at his fingers. That has to be on purpose he suspects. ]

I'm sure you have your reasons. It's just not very often you hear someone say as much.

[ Clearly it's a bit of a sore subject, and he's not the sort to press that type of thing. Or rather, he knows there's a time and place for it. Now doesn't seem like the time unless she chooses to offer it up on her own accord. ]

Before everything went to shit - does that mean arriving here? Or was it something in your galaxy?