Don't you understand? Without me, his search for the Soul Stone- [There's that pained tone to her voice even as she tosses her hands into the air. His search would have been short. Without her, the location would have been held secret, at least for a time longer. It may have given others enough time to track Thanos down and stop him. Might have ceased his actions all together if he hadn't been able to get them all.
She can't regret it and doesn't regret it, telling him what she knew. If it meant her sister would be safe, then how could she? It was a small thing that she had been able to do for Nebula, but hopefully enough.
Instead she gave it all to him. The location. The very Stone that he had been after. For one brief moment, Gamora had thought they had been safe. A sacrifice of the one being they love most to the cliff. How could Thanos love anything? Clearly his journey would end right there, but it hadn't. It hadn't. There's that subtle agitation that brews. And for that, the universe had suffered.
But her hands settle back at her side, shoulders slumping in defeat again.]
A few days. [That low voice, tired and drained. She's been on since her arrive. Almost electric, with all those myriad of emotions that played inside, that she keeps reined in behind a mask. Or tries to. What's done is done, right? Time moves forward, like it always does.] It's only been happening for about a month I've been told. I've been confirming what Hob had told me.
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She can't regret it and doesn't regret it, telling him what she knew. If it meant her sister would be safe, then how could she? It was a small thing that she had been able to do for Nebula, but hopefully enough.
Instead she gave it all to him. The location. The very Stone that he had been after. For one brief moment, Gamora had thought they had been safe. A sacrifice of the one being they love most to the cliff. How could Thanos love anything? Clearly his journey would end right there, but it hadn't. It hadn't. There's that subtle agitation that brews. And for that, the universe had suffered.
But her hands settle back at her side, shoulders slumping in defeat again.]
A few days. [That low voice, tired and drained. She's been on since her arrive. Almost electric, with all those myriad of emotions that played inside, that she keeps reined in behind a mask. Or tries to. What's done is done, right? Time moves forward, like it always does.] It's only been happening for about a month I've been told. I've been confirming what Hob had told me.