[ Saving humanity and many other races from assimilation depended on Peter's survival.
Otherwise, they might as well surrender to the Phalanx now and get it over with.
Gamora leans back against the table, letting herself slowly unwind. Metal slides back to cover what would be her ribs, and she rests her fingertips over the newly-sensitive midsection. It throbs – in her perception of it – but she knows that now, she'll be able to regrow the tissue that usually gives her the passable appearance of a living being.
She'll be back to normal soon. ]
All that matters is that we have the gun. We should be able to destroy Korath, now.
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[ Saving humanity and many other races from assimilation depended on Peter's survival.
Otherwise, they might as well surrender to the Phalanx now and get it over with.
Gamora leans back against the table, letting herself slowly unwind. Metal slides back to cover what would be her ribs, and she rests her fingertips over the newly-sensitive midsection. It throbs – in her perception of it – but she knows that now, she'll be able to regrow the tissue that usually gives her the passable appearance of a living being.
She'll be back to normal soon. ]
All that matters is that we have the gun. We should be able to destroy Korath, now.