[ Though Gamora keeps her expression carefully cool and composed, her heart aches with what Peter shares. Her Peter may have had a rough life, but he was spared these horrors – and she finds an odd irony behind her own relief in knowing the awful could-have-beens that were avoided.
That doesn't make it easier to see the potential grief before her eyes.
She listens, thumb absently twisting a ring around her finger occasionally. She's not nearly as intent on withholding everything with the current truce between them, so she doesn't hesitate in her reply. ]
He culled my people early in his conquests.
[ Flat, a cold statement of fact.
Unlike Thanos's bold claims, her planet did not survive well after the murder of half its inhabitants. She never tried to look for or return to her homeplanet, and she considered there to be no point when the Nova Corps' records reflect that she is the only surviving member of her race. How odd that a completely random murder of a significant population didn't solve their hunger crises or cure the diseases ravaging a fairly undeveloped society.
It's almost like Thanos's plan was not well thought-out.
Like a badly written plot or something.
How odd.
She flicks her fingers once, a dismissive little wave. ]
I was young. [ She doesn't remember how her age was recorded before Thanos, and after, it didn't matter much: she was a weapon at six, just as she would have been a weapon at nine.
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That doesn't make it easier to see the potential grief before her eyes.
She listens, thumb absently twisting a ring around her finger occasionally. She's not nearly as intent on withholding everything with the current truce between them, so she doesn't hesitate in her reply. ]
He culled my people early in his conquests.
[ Flat, a cold statement of fact.
Unlike Thanos's bold claims, her planet did not survive well after the murder of half its inhabitants. She never tried to look for or return to her homeplanet, and she considered there to be no point when the Nova Corps' records reflect that she is the only surviving member of her race. How odd that a completely random murder of a significant population didn't solve their hunger crises or cure the diseases ravaging a fairly undeveloped society.
It's almost like Thanos's plan was not well thought-out.
Like a badly written plot or something.
How odd.
She flicks her fingers once, a dismissive little wave. ]
I was young. [ She doesn't remember how her age was recorded before Thanos, and after, it didn't matter much: she was a weapon at six, just as she would have been a weapon at nine.
And since that was an answer: ]
How did you escape?