[ In her place Nebula's mouth twitches into a frown. ]
[ Of course, she has no interest in those that call themselves gods. She cannot personally see them as such - even if their powers far outweight her own. But between those who claimed it: Thor, Ego, the High Evolutionary... in some ways her Father. All she can see them as is people who's might drew others to them - She can see it in the way this man holds himself. ]
[ Even if following anyone in such a manner is not something she will do. ]
Of course. Yima is the one at fault. It is not the civilians or the Shardbearers who have been dragged here... And there will be casualties. [ As there are in most wars, but the way she says it; "We do not need to become monsters," lingers in her mind. How much of her life had been led by being a monster? How much of herself has she lost? ]
[ She's quiet. ]
[ And then. ]
You're wrong.
[ She swallows. ] I had no choice but to be a knife; I was taken from my home and raised as a weapon. Any time I lost, any time I was soft, another piece of me was taken away. The universe was cruel and I was weak. It was a lesson beaten into me with every loss, until it filled me with so much anger and hatred all I could be was the knife. Because if I wasn't he'd make sure I knew better.
It was not killing him that gave me freedom. It was... Something else.
[ There's a point to this; But she hesitates, like the words and knowledge are still something twisted and foreign. For so long she had live for killing him, had let the anger consume her. The anger she had tried to let go. The anger she gave up here - reflected now in the factual way she speaks of it, like she could finally be free. ]
It was the people. My sister. My family.
Seeing the people who needed protecting. The children all across the galaxies.
[ She stops. The sensation of someone looking away; Like they don't know how to finish before stamping out: ]
You always have a choice to be a guardian.
[ "You still can be." A knife is mindless. It's hatred. It sees nothing but it's purpose. If his words are true then he has no doubt he can be a guardian. ]
no subject
[ Of course, she has no interest in those that call themselves gods. She cannot personally see them as such - even if their powers far outweight her own. But between those who claimed it: Thor, Ego, the High Evolutionary... in some ways her Father. All she can see them as is people who's might drew others to them - She can see it in the way this man holds himself. ]
[ Even if following anyone in such a manner is not something she will do. ]
Of course. Yima is the one at fault. It is not the civilians or the Shardbearers who have been dragged here... And there will be casualties. [ As there are in most wars, but the way she says it; "We do not need to become monsters," lingers in her mind. How much of her life had been led by being a monster? How much of herself has she lost? ]
[ She's quiet. ]
[ And then. ]
You're wrong.
[ She swallows. ] I had no choice but to be a knife; I was taken from my home and raised as a weapon. Any time I lost, any time I was soft, another piece of me was taken away. The universe was cruel and I was weak. It was a lesson beaten into me with every loss, until it filled me with so much anger and hatred all I could be was the knife. Because if I wasn't he'd make sure I knew better.
It was not killing him that gave me freedom. It was... Something else.
[ There's a point to this; But she hesitates, like the words and knowledge are still something twisted and foreign. For so long she had live for killing him, had let the anger consume her. The anger she had tried to let go. The anger she gave up here - reflected now in the factual way she speaks of it, like she could finally be free. ]
It was the people. My sister. My family.
Seeing the people who needed protecting. The children all across the galaxies.
[ She stops. The sensation of someone looking away; Like they don't know how to finish before stamping out: ]
You always have a choice to be a guardian.
[ "You still can be." A knife is mindless. It's hatred. It sees nothing but it's purpose. If his words are true then he has no doubt he can be a guardian. ]