[ This feels shockingly abrupt, concrete in a way that Gamora has been grasping for. She's wanted to escape for years, but the way out has always felt so unachievable, so fraught with her father's spies and paid goons waiting for any and all betrayals that might slip through the cracks.
She'd been waiting for the right moment, for a way to leave with her life, and maybe this is it. ]
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She'd been waiting for the right moment, for a way to leave with her life, and maybe this is it. ]
What time tonight?