[ He remembers that night on Knowhere, of course. Then again, considering all the shit that happened, it'd be far more worrying if he didn't.
But he remembers the balcony, the shooting sparks and the colored dust and gases in the sky. Him making up some bullshit about Kevin Bacon, and Gamora swaying slightly to the music on his mother's mix tape.
... then nearly slicing his throat open.
He wonders, for a second, if he wants to live that again. He wonders if trying to chase after what they once had is disrespectful to this reality's Gamora – the one who loved him, against every lick of good sense in the universe. The one he failed to protect.
He clears his throat, gaze darting off to the viewport. ]
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But he remembers the balcony, the shooting sparks and the colored dust and gases in the sky. Him making up some bullshit about Kevin Bacon, and Gamora swaying slightly to the music on his mother's mix tape.
... then nearly slicing his throat open.
He wonders, for a second, if he wants to live that again. He wonders if trying to chase after what they once had is disrespectful to this reality's Gamora – the one who loved him, against every lick of good sense in the universe. The one he failed to protect.
He clears his throat, gaze darting off to the viewport. ]
Can't knock it till you try it.