It's so familiar, the tension he holds himself with, but also the admission he makes. Gamora has been a blade in the dark throughout the galaxy for years, too. She doesn't understand much about him, but that... yes, that she understands. Where he was a blunt tool, she was a sharpened knife. Both so very deadly.

She knows that whenever they look at one another, they're both considering how they could kill each other.

"We were punished when we shared food," she says after a long stretch of silence. In her world, everything is transactional. He told her something of his, so she shares back. "The children of Thanos had to compete in everything."

So he knows now, that she doesn't share. That she's been taught to expect pain when sharing. That she's been taught to take for herself and not consider anyone's wellbeing but that of Thanos and his mission.

And yet she chooses this. If she held a bread in her hand she doesn't know if she could stomach tearing it in half and giving part to him. But this? This is something she can choose. To treat him like the person neither of them got to be.

To be kind in a small way, when she was never allowed to be that, either.

Gamora steps away from him to retrieve her weapons. "Do the beasts of your world have acid for blood, or similar trapping?"