It's her turn to be quiet for just a little too long. Because that's what she should want, isn't it? Those people are, as they would tell it, her family. They've protected the galaxy with this world's original Gamora by their side for years now. Her sister is with them.
Except that's not her sister - her sister is the one who was shot unceremoniously. Her sister is dead. She never reconciled with this Nebula like her other self did. And she doesn't know these people. Knows they see the memory of someone she never was, instead of the person she is, who never slipped out from under Thanos' thumb on her own until the big battle came a lot sooner than planned and she had to make a stand.
A slow exhale.
"No."
It sounds more like 'I don't know' than she intended. She knows that she doesn't want the Guardians to pick her up. Doesn't want to be their replacement for a dead woman. Doesn't want to be taken by SWORD. Beyond that...
She tries to pivot back. Tries to press that hesitation in his voice from earlier.
"They didn't tell you, did they? What they could harvest from me. What promises they see in my blood and in my implants." Her voice goes quiet, but also sharper. "People talk before they die. I know what they want. So why don't you?"
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Except that's not her sister - her sister is the one who was shot unceremoniously. Her sister is dead. She never reconciled with this Nebula like her other self did. And she doesn't know these people. Knows they see the memory of someone she never was, instead of the person she is, who never slipped out from under Thanos' thumb on her own until the big battle came a lot sooner than planned and she had to make a stand.
A slow exhale.
"No."
It sounds more like 'I don't know' than she intended. She knows that she doesn't want the Guardians to pick her up. Doesn't want to be their replacement for a dead woman. Doesn't want to be taken by SWORD. Beyond that...
She tries to pivot back. Tries to press that hesitation in his voice from earlier.
"They didn't tell you, did they? What they could harvest from me. What promises they see in my blood and in my implants." Her voice goes quiet, but also sharper. "People talk before they die. I know what they want. So why don't you?"