[ A fact of which Gamora is already keenly aware – and why she hasn't bothered trying to get that very information out of Peter yet. ]
What purpose would that serve? You're clearly not my Quill, and whatever shape you share of his has the potential to reach no further than your skin.
[ Her gaze flicks to the edge of the table pointedly. ]
And our commonalities could begin and end with that sword.
[ What worries her isn't how similar this Peter is to the one she knows – but rather what potential deviations rest under the surface. She can predict Peter and she can predict herself; she can't predict who Peter could become without the most basic anchors of his life before. ]
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What purpose would that serve? You're clearly not my Quill, and whatever shape you share of his has the potential to reach no further than your skin.
[ Her gaze flicks to the edge of the table pointedly. ]
And our commonalities could begin and end with that sword.
[ What worries her isn't how similar this Peter is to the one she knows – but rather what potential deviations rest under the surface. She can predict Peter and she can predict herself; she can't predict who Peter could become without the most basic anchors of his life before. ]