[ He jerks back when she whirls around on him – an old instinct whenever someone makes some kind of sudden movement. He's always been at least a little jumpy, and that's especially true of now, when he feels like he's teetering over an edge over some unfathomable height. ]

I wasn't lying. I mistook you for someone else.

[ He hears the accusation in her voice – and, yeah, okay, Gamora is well within her rights to assume he's coming up with some stupid bullshit. But he doesn't like being blamed for something, anything, especially when he knows he's not entirely in the wrong, which is why he's instantly on the defensive. ]

Eight years chronologically. I guess. Three years in practice.

[ Because, you know. He was snapped out of existence for five of those years. ]

What the hell are you accusing me of, here?