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garbagechute2017-12-06 06:15 pm
zenwhoberi) wrote in garbagechute2017-12-06 06:15 pm
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[thanos takes. thanos destroys.
she watches the burning ruins of what was once xandar, and she knows this with as much cold certainty as she ever has. no amount of false platitudes will deny the truth — the who is as obvious as the what. there is only one being in the universe who takes such pleasure in annihilating worlds for no reason other than that he can, one being in the universe who will not stop until nothing good remains.
good — that's what she'd thought she'd managed to do once, saving these people from a fate that has befallen so many others, but in the end, all she'd done was stave off the inevitable. good — that's what she'd actually, foolishly started to believe could have a place in the small corners and ordinary days of her life.
it'll only be a matter of time before every last bit of it is gone.
because thanos takes. thanos destroys.
her hands are still shaking hours later, when the ship is flying through empty space on an autopilot course to nowhere in particular. she'd be useless with a weapon right now if she had need of one, comes an idle thought that does nothing to change anything; truth be told, she doesn't really think there's anything that can. but, comes another thought, she has two choices, and only two: she can lie in wait, do nothing but watch as everything she holds dear gets ripped away from her all over again, or, this time, she can do something about it — stand against him, and protect what is precious until she's no longer able.
she is a warrior. she will choose to fight.
the tremor steadies just slightly as she reaches for her communicator, types out one simple message. she doesn't know where her sister is, doesn't know if this will even be received, but:]
We need to talk.
[it's a start.]
she watches the burning ruins of what was once xandar, and she knows this with as much cold certainty as she ever has. no amount of false platitudes will deny the truth — the who is as obvious as the what. there is only one being in the universe who takes such pleasure in annihilating worlds for no reason other than that he can, one being in the universe who will not stop until nothing good remains.
good — that's what she'd thought she'd managed to do once, saving these people from a fate that has befallen so many others, but in the end, all she'd done was stave off the inevitable. good — that's what she'd actually, foolishly started to believe could have a place in the small corners and ordinary days of her life.
it'll only be a matter of time before every last bit of it is gone.
because thanos takes. thanos destroys.
her hands are still shaking hours later, when the ship is flying through empty space on an autopilot course to nowhere in particular. she'd be useless with a weapon right now if she had need of one, comes an idle thought that does nothing to change anything; truth be told, she doesn't really think there's anything that can. but, comes another thought, she has two choices, and only two: she can lie in wait, do nothing but watch as everything she holds dear gets ripped away from her all over again, or, this time, she can do something about it — stand against him, and protect what is precious until she's no longer able.
she is a warrior. she will choose to fight.
the tremor steadies just slightly as she reaches for her communicator, types out one simple message. she doesn't know where her sister is, doesn't know if this will even be received, but:]
We need to talk.
[it's a start.]
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[ The message comes back to Gamora minutes later, probably quicker than she'd expected. It's short and skirts the edge of terse, which is not unlike Nebula's voice when she speaks.
After all these years, it's hard to speak any other way.
Nebula currently lies in waiting. She's been at this for months now, always in the darkness and always just one step out of sight, thinking of her revenge. She watches the destruction and the death, and her rage builds within her, one angry piece at a time until the strong, impenetrable fortress grows taller.
Thanos will be stopped; she will not be swayed from her mission. It is the only thing she wants.
But when her sister reaches out for her ... ]
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