[as far as gamora's concerned in this moment, that man should know exactly what he is; she'll warn as many people as possible, and she'll raise her voice about it until it's echoing off the walls. anything to prevent someone like that from gaining any kind of upper hand.
then again, if what this stranger, the one cleaning her wound and wrapping her arm with a skill that makes it clear he's done this well more than once, is saying is true, that man is, in fact, far from alone. she doesn't have a reason to doubt him, either; it would make sense, given everything else she's seen and heard in pieces, and what he's shown her is genuine kindness, not a favor he's obviously trying to cash in on.
her choices are limited, and her trust isn't something readily given; she can take a chance on both of them here.]
So it's a game, [gamora says as she turns her head back, then, slowly, carefully, still doing her best to ensure her arm remains steady. the anger hasn't fully left her voice, but it's changed form; it's blunt and worn now, suggesting of something old. familiar.] And whoever wins has all the power.
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then again, if what this stranger, the one cleaning her wound and wrapping her arm with a skill that makes it clear he's done this well more than once, is saying is true, that man is, in fact, far from alone. she doesn't have a reason to doubt him, either; it would make sense, given everything else she's seen and heard in pieces, and what he's shown her is genuine kindness, not a favor he's obviously trying to cash in on.
her choices are limited, and her trust isn't something readily given; she can take a chance on both of them here.]
So it's a game, [gamora says as she turns her head back, then, slowly, carefully, still doing her best to ensure her arm remains steady. the anger hasn't fully left her voice, but it's changed form; it's blunt and worn now, suggesting of something old. familiar.] And whoever wins has all the power.
[where has she heard this one before?]