[ For her sake, because that's what it is, Nebula keeps her attention facing forward. She knows now, that her eyes give far more about what she thinks than she'd like. Looking at him, means giving away more than she feels and she's already given too much of that way today. This damned day (it's not just him). ]
Don't worry; You don't look like much of a warrior.
[ So she agrees, in a rough fashion that is as much mocking as it is teasing, he isn't a warrior. Maybe she's not a warrior anymore either - forced to live as one for as long as she had. She wants to be something different, the idea solid in her mind. ]
[ When he continues, Nebula stiffens. Really, what was with this goddamned day? The denial wraps around her like the deathgrip of a snake. He barely knows the story. He doesn't even know how many people she's helped kill without ever looking back. She's to blame - ]
[ And yet.
And yet it's the part of her that has tried so desperately to let go. To move forward, to be something more that feels at peace. As much at peace as she can as she swallows it down and finds the only words she can muster: ]
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Don't worry; You don't look like much of a warrior.
[ So she agrees, in a rough fashion that is as much mocking as it is teasing, he isn't a warrior. Maybe she's not a warrior anymore either - forced to live as one for as long as she had. She wants to be something different, the idea solid in her mind. ]
[ When he continues, Nebula stiffens. Really, what was with this goddamned day? The denial wraps around her like the deathgrip of a snake. He barely knows the story. He doesn't even know how many people she's helped kill without ever looking back. She's to blame - ]
[ And yet.
And yet it's the part of her that has tried so desperately to let go. To move forward, to be something more that feels at peace. As much at peace as she can as she swallows it down and finds the only words she can muster: ]
I'm trying to be someone they can look to.