[ She affirms, but does not go further. Her presence in Kenos had been built on two things: the firm understanding of the Infinity War and that of one people who wanted "perfect worlds" could be. Being in a position to understand devastating monumental loss had only made her to believe if it had happened it was not impossible to change. ]
[ Nebula looks at his hand - but does not take it. Here, in this space, Set gets the feeling that to her trust is the most dangerous weapon. It's the most fragile gift, so easy to give and so easy to break. ]
There is nothing natural and true in this kind of devastation. [ She says it readily. Wars are one thing - as stupid as they are - but the sheer scale of what can be done far beats war. ] But you're right. Anyone who thinks they can make a perfect world are cowards and fools running from themselves.
[ Because it's those people who couldn't simply accept things. Who decided that the only way the universe could grow was to be under their thumb. Her father was like that. So many people in the universe were like that; It burns the rage in her. ]
[ She listens. And then she pauses. "Moral qualms about the reality of war," some worn down part of her wants to laugh. In the past there was never a qualm. If she had been as she was before, this would be no question. Success was all that mattered, who died along the way didn't. Now, things were different. She'd seen what haunted the universe. She'd answered so many calls from planets in danger, in war, and the innocents in between. The reality of war was never in question. ]
[ The fire that is her part of any communion is in hushed embers against the quiet snowfall, cold and warm all at once. She doesn't stew for long, but she answers. ]
There are those who think this all a farce. Maybe it is. If it isn't, then the fate of all worlds hang in the balance. Anyone who cannot accept that are idiots. Zenites are monsters who would choose to kill trillions for their visions.
[ The last part is spat out - clearly more a personal jab than not - but plainly. She does not let it linger. ] ...We all have choices. We can be a knife or we can be a guardian.
I am a Guardian. I will fight because it is all I have ever known. If an enemy comes for me or someone I call an ally I will not let them walk away without knowing what it means to try again. [ While she says it dangerously and severely, with every meaning in her body, she continues: ] But I will not attack children. I will fight, but I'm not killing anybody if I can help it.
[ While she says it, the intonation is clear: She is not afraid to kill and would do so if needed, but only as an absolute resort. Some ancient part of her thinks there are far better ways to deal with things than murder - slow and painful does the trick true. While it's there, the heavier empathetic side remains. It does not stop her from adding: ]
Yima can die. And if someone chooses to die with her, that's their choice.
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[ She affirms, but does not go further. Her presence in Kenos had been built on two things: the firm understanding of the Infinity War and that of one people who wanted "perfect worlds" could be. Being in a position to understand devastating monumental loss had only made her to believe if it had happened it was not impossible to change. ]
[ Nebula looks at his hand - but does not take it. Here, in this space, Set gets the feeling that to her trust is the most dangerous weapon. It's the most fragile gift, so easy to give and so easy to break. ]
There is nothing natural and true in this kind of devastation. [ She says it readily. Wars are one thing - as stupid as they are - but the sheer scale of what can be done far beats war. ] But you're right. Anyone who thinks they can make a perfect world are cowards and fools running from themselves.
[ Because it's those people who couldn't simply accept things. Who decided that the only way the universe could grow was to be under their thumb. Her father was like that. So many people in the universe were like that; It burns the rage in her. ]
[ She listens. And then she pauses. "Moral qualms about the reality of war," some worn down part of her wants to laugh. In the past there was never a qualm. If she had been as she was before, this would be no question. Success was all that mattered, who died along the way didn't. Now, things were different. She'd seen what haunted the universe. She'd answered so many calls from planets in danger, in war, and the innocents in between. The reality of war was never in question. ]
[ The fire that is her part of any communion is in hushed embers against the quiet snowfall, cold and warm all at once. She doesn't stew for long, but she answers. ]
There are those who think this all a farce. Maybe it is. If it isn't, then the fate of all worlds hang in the balance. Anyone who cannot accept that are idiots. Zenites are monsters who would choose to kill trillions for their visions.
[ The last part is spat out - clearly more a personal jab than not - but plainly. She does not let it linger. ] ...We all have choices. We can be a knife or we can be a guardian.
I am a Guardian. I will fight because it is all I have ever known. If an enemy comes for me or someone I call an ally I will not let them walk away without knowing what it means to try again. [ While she says it dangerously and severely, with every meaning in her body, she continues: ] But I will not attack children. I will fight, but I'm not killing anybody if I can help it.
[ While she says it, the intonation is clear: She is not afraid to kill and would do so if needed, but only as an absolute resort. Some ancient part of her thinks there are far better ways to deal with things than murder - slow and painful does the trick true. While it's there, the heavier empathetic side remains. It does not stop her from adding: ]
Yima can die. And if someone chooses to die with her, that's their choice.