[she's never entirely known what to believe about what had happened to her home planet after thanos had finished with it (and too afraid, at the end of the day, to confirm it for herself, even with the means and freedom to travel there), but the pieces she can put together are these: there aren't an abundance of zehoberei roaming the galaxy. the stares she tends to get, like the ones coming from this man now, aren't entirely to do with her reputation, one way or the other.
it should be, by now, an old song and dance (as peter would say), and gamora should be able to simply let it roll off of her. in other situations, she might, but everyone's on edge here, and the man, with this embarrassment and clumsiness he's trying entirely too hard to portray, makes that difficult.
and that's his comments about her marks, the visible scars she'll always carry on her face, notwithstanding.
her grip on the handle of her knife becomes tighter as she faces him now, unblinking. it's to her credit that she doesn't lunge at him, but instead keeps herself back, gritting her teeth.]
You wouldn't have seen them before. [it's cold and flat, and offers no invitation for any further elaborating.
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it should be, by now, an old song and dance (as peter would say), and gamora should be able to simply let it roll off of her. in other situations, she might, but everyone's on edge here, and the man, with this embarrassment and clumsiness he's trying entirely too hard to portray, makes that difficult.
and that's his comments about her marks, the visible scars she'll always carry on her face, notwithstanding.
her grip on the handle of her knife becomes tighter as she faces him now, unblinking. it's to her credit that she doesn't lunge at him, but instead keeps herself back, gritting her teeth.]
You wouldn't have seen them before. [it's cold and flat, and offers no invitation for any further elaborating.
the feeling reverberates through communion.]
But that's not why you're staring.