[ Nebula isn't wrong. It is both. But he's never framed his circumstances as suffering. He couldn't. He didn't want to think of himself as a victim at the hands of the Empire's ruthless grab for power. Despite it being the truth, giving the Empire more credit - more power - than they were due, is something every cell in his body railed against. That isn't to say that he looks down on those who have suffered, who do see it that way.
Just because someone was a victim of some wrong didn't mean they couldn't rise against it. But sometimes they needed to be reminded of that.
His eyes slowly move from the kitten in his lap towards Nebula, understanding in his expression. The corners of his lips quirk some at his own expense. ]
I wouldn't call myself a warrior. [ Or a mercenary, or a rebel. At least not yet. Months haven't seemed to change his mindset. ] But you're right.
{ There's a pause before he speaks up again, sincerity in his voice. ]
Your galaxy is lucky to have someone like you looking out for others.
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Just because someone was a victim of some wrong didn't mean they couldn't rise against it. But sometimes they needed to be reminded of that.
His eyes slowly move from the kitten in his lap towards Nebula, understanding in his expression. The corners of his lips quirk some at his own expense. ]
I wouldn't call myself a warrior. [ Or a mercenary, or a rebel. At least not yet. Months haven't seemed to change his mindset. ] But you're right.
{ There's a pause before he speaks up again, sincerity in his voice. ]
Your galaxy is lucky to have someone like you looking out for others.