[it's difficult not to note the way that, even for a second, the girl is visibly taken aback by kindness. not so long ago, the concept had been foreign to her, too, with all memories of it so far from her reach they'd practically been dreams.
that isn't the only thing that possibly reminds gamora of herself. it's also in the way that she cuts straight to the heart of it.
that could hurt, the reminder, and in some ways it does. in others, it tugs one of the corners of her mouth into a fraction of a smile.]
Gamora. [a nod in return, and she cuts to point, too, lowering the wrap on her wrist until there's a faint orange glow illuminating their corner of the chamber.] Knowing yours isn't a requirement.
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that isn't the only thing that possibly reminds gamora of herself. it's also in the way that she cuts straight to the heart of it.
that could hurt, the reminder, and in some ways it does. in others, it tugs one of the corners of her mouth into a fraction of a smile.]
Gamora. [a nod in return, and she cuts to point, too, lowering the wrap on her wrist until there's a faint orange glow illuminating their corner of the chamber.] Knowing yours isn't a requirement.
[again, options all the way.]