[it's surprising to her, the ease with which that story leaves her — because it's one she's barely told before; nebula had been present for it, of course, so she knows it by default, and it had taken years before gamora had found it in herself to tell it to peter.
then again, in some ways, it isn't surprising at all; understanding tends to draw even the most reluctant of things to the surface. this woman, who's name she doesn't even yet know, doesn't regard her with shock, or even pity. the look in her eyes, the tone in her voice, the shrug with which she casts off her words — it's all familiarity.
questions form in her mind, but remain unasked; she would never probe too deeply about something like this, especially without consent.]
A shame for them, [she says instead, with a light hum of her own, with the ghost of a wry smile pulling on the corners of her mouth, too.
shifting just slightly, she turns to face the woman more directly, offering an outstretched (knifeless) hand.]
no subject
then again, in some ways, it isn't surprising at all; understanding tends to draw even the most reluctant of things to the surface. this woman, who's name she doesn't even yet know, doesn't regard her with shock, or even pity. the look in her eyes, the tone in her voice, the shrug with which she casts off her words — it's all familiarity.
questions form in her mind, but remain unasked; she would never probe too deeply about something like this, especially without consent.]
A shame for them, [she says instead, with a light hum of her own, with the ghost of a wry smile pulling on the corners of her mouth, too.
shifting just slightly, she turns to face the woman more directly, offering an outstretched (knifeless) hand.]
I'm Gamora.