[Is it the eight years too, she almost asks, but isn't entirely certain she wants the answer. She doesn't understand the original response to her appearance either, she realizes, but does she want to ask? People can change in eight years. Grieve. Grow. Carry on.
Her emotions rage. She'd felt like a child again before Thanos. Small, struggling, unable to do anything. Nebula at least... She'd hated to see her sister suffer, had begged for Thanos to stop, but he had known her weakness- and her secret. He'd twisted it like everything else and she had been unable to bear it. Without her knowledge, Thanos may have been slowed, maybe even stopped, from his quest to gather all the Stones.
Her gaze is elsewhere, Knowhere, unfocused on the here and now.]
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Her emotions rage. She'd felt like a child again before Thanos. Small, struggling, unable to do anything. Nebula at least... She'd hated to see her sister suffer, had begged for Thanos to stop, but he had known her weakness- and her secret. He'd twisted it like everything else and she had been unable to bear it. Without her knowledge, Thanos may have been slowed, maybe even stopped, from his quest to gather all the Stones.
Her gaze is elsewhere, Knowhere, unfocused on the here and now.]
... it wasn't you that failed, Peter. It was I.