[ Nebula kept her eyes half-cast, arms remaining firmly folded. She hates that awkward feeling, the not knowing what to do. A twisting of guilt - of being the one she'd die for - she doesn't like it. Doesn't like that feeling of uncertainty and weakness, something that lingers like a sour taste in her mouth. It's like hope, fleeting and bitter. ]

I am aware. We spoke of some things.

[ In broader strokes: When Gamora came from, that Thanos was dead, and the Guardians were alive. Things that mattered. What else would she need to know? Or want to know. ]

Gamora is not the kind of person who wants to be judged by a life she did not live. [ It's the obvious answer - Peter should know it well by now. A fact she can understand. Hadn't she killed her past self who couldn't see a life outside of escaping Thanos? (Had she told Peter that, ever? Probably not - ) ]

She should be allowed time.

[ The irony, because she had no time before. Now she has all the time this world may give her. ]