I don't entirely trust you now... because you don't trust me. [And her words earlier hand felt like daggers straight to her heart. It hurt far more than the blade she'd held at her neck.] I know that I tried to kill you many times. And that you have plenty of reason not to believe me... but I'm not who I was.
Rocket helped with that. The Avengers helped me. The other Guardians, too. I do want us to be real sisters. Like we were never able to be.
[There's a small smile on Nebula's lips as she ducks her head.] She kicked Quill in the crotch when they first met. Because he immediately tried to kiss her.
[Her expression sobers quickly, when the reality of it all comes back. Because Quill hadn't known it wasn't her. Their Gamora. Because she was gone and could never come back.]
I know Scratch. And Ororo. [Nebula likes Ororo, although she'd only met her the handful of times.] I will be there shortly.
[It still hurts. She feels so immensely sad when she hears Nebula talking about Rocket and the others. The Avengers, though that means nothing to Gamora. Just her life and all of its possibilities and the chance to be sisters - real sisters, not soldiers bred to hate and hurt - with Nebula. All snatched, once more, by their father. Gamora sniffs, frustrated that she can't wipe the tears that threaten to spill. It's rare she cries, but the knowledge of losing everything, everyone she cares about, is awful.
She is so glad when Nebula moves to a lighter topic, but her response is silenced as Nebula's expression sobers. She nods and cuts the feed to wait for her sister to arrive.]
[Nebula can't pretend it was otherwise. She'd hated Gamora more every time she'd mocked Nebula for losing and then pretended not to see what Thanos would do to her afterward. Each limb and piece of her taken, only to have it all mean nothing. Nothing she'd done had ever been good enough. What she would have given at the time to win or to hear Thanos praise her just once.
She makes her way to Scratch and heads to the back after asking around about where the cabanas are, finally finding Gamora in one of them. She keeps her distance, still. Just because her sister has her arms restrained didn't mean she couldn't still be dangerous.]
Sister... [Nebula doesn't know where to start, so she settles on that watching her and scowling a bit at the restraints. Maybe in the past she might have mocked her, but not now.]
[Gamora’s tense too. How she wishes things were normal between them. That they could laugh and cry and joke together. But that’s not their reality, not yet anyway. Gamora stays back, but it speaks volumes that Nebula isn’t taking advantage of her bondage. It brings back that uncomfortable lump of guilt in Gamora’s stomach.]
You came.
[She nods her head to the sofa bed.]
Please. Sit. Be comfortable. There’s lemonade - it’s a Terran drink - on the table.
[She eases herself down, arms bending awkwardly with the tight bondage. It’s uncomfortable but not painful and she grimaces.]
It would seem this place bears similarities to our home.
I did. [Nebula manages, watching Gamora and then the pitcher of lemonade. She moves slowly toward the drink, but doesn't turn her back to her sister for a moment. Her gaze follows Gamora's descent down to sitting and her discomfort.]
Similar. But not the same. It is a different sort of cruelty. [Nebula finds herself agreeing.] ...did you want a drink too? [Since as she is, Gamora can't exactly get one on her own.]
[It's more difficult to drink than Gamora cares to admit. Not impossible certainly, but not exactly dignified. She shakes her head, watching her sister watching her. Nebula's on edge, clearly not trusting her.]
You are right. Their punishments are not as violent as what we - you. Are used to.
[She stumbles a little. She has no right to claim to know Thanos' violence. Not like Nebula.]
I am sorry. For trying to kill you. For saying what I said. [She takes a breath.] I was... I...
[She can't admit how upset she was to Nebula. Gamora looks down at her bare thighs. It's easier to focus there than on her sister.] I don't blame you.
[In the same situation, Nebula would be very unlikely to accept her sister's help. Admitting to even obvious weakness isn't an easy thing for either of them, for obvious reasons. She sits beside her, holding the glass of lemonade in her lap and not immediately drinking it. Nebula's jaw tightens, staring down at the glass, finally turning to look at Gamora trying her hardest to look only at her face and not her bare legs. Seeing her like this is uncomfortable for a number of reasons.]
I blame me. [Nebula admits, trying to steel her expression.] I think every day what I could have done differently. If I hadn't let Thanos get that information out of my head...
I killed myself, you know. The version of me from the other Gamora's timeline. She was going to kill you. [She shakes her head, correcting herself.] The other you. And I couldn't let it happen. Not again.
[Its then that Gamora realises. If she hadn’t told Nebula where the Soul Stone was, then Thanos wouldn’t have tortured Nebula to make Gamora tell. The fault ultimately lies with Gamora. She takes a minute, working through her grief still. But Nebula killed Her counterpart to protect Gamora? There is so much love and hope expressed in that one violent sentiment. And Nebula killing her counterpart to save Gamora?
Things start clicking into place and Gamora starts to allow herself to be the bigger picture. The Guardians - her death - will allow Nebula to heal. Nebula can’t thrive with her sister, her competition, her torturer, there. In dying, Gamora will give Nebula a chance to grow and change and experience happiness. Her death won’t save the universe, but it will save her sister.
That at least clear in her head, Gamora looks up from her thighs and over at her sister.]
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Rocket helped with that. The Avengers helped me. The other Guardians, too. I do want us to be real sisters. Like we were never able to be.
[There's a small smile on Nebula's lips as she ducks her head.] She kicked Quill in the crotch when they first met. Because he immediately tried to kiss her.
[Her expression sobers quickly, when the reality of it all comes back. Because Quill hadn't known it wasn't her. Their Gamora. Because she was gone and could never come back.]
I know Scratch. And Ororo. [Nebula likes Ororo, although she'd only met her the handful of times.] I will be there shortly.
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[It still hurts. She feels so immensely sad when she hears Nebula talking about Rocket and the others. The Avengers, though that means nothing to Gamora. Just her life and all of its possibilities and the chance to be sisters - real sisters, not soldiers bred to hate and hurt - with Nebula. All snatched, once more, by their father.
Gamora sniffs, frustrated that she can't wipe the tears that threaten to spill. It's rare she cries, but the knowledge of losing everything, everyone she cares about, is awful.
She is so glad when Nebula moves to a lighter topic, but her response is silenced as Nebula's expression sobers. She nods and cuts the feed to wait for her sister to arrive.]
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She makes her way to Scratch and heads to the back after asking around about where the cabanas are, finally finding Gamora in one of them. She keeps her distance, still. Just because her sister has her arms restrained didn't mean she couldn't still be dangerous.]
Sister... [Nebula doesn't know where to start, so she settles on that watching her and scowling a bit at the restraints. Maybe in the past she might have mocked her, but not now.]
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You came.
[She nods her head to the sofa bed.]
Please. Sit. Be comfortable. There’s lemonade - it’s a Terran drink - on the table.
[She eases herself down, arms bending awkwardly with the tight bondage. It’s uncomfortable but not painful and she grimaces.]
It would seem this place bears similarities to our home.
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Similar. But not the same. It is a different sort of cruelty. [Nebula finds herself agreeing.] ...did you want a drink too? [Since as she is, Gamora can't exactly get one on her own.]
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You are right. Their punishments are not as violent as what we - you. Are used to.
[She stumbles a little. She has no right to claim to know Thanos' violence. Not like Nebula.]
I am sorry. For trying to kill you. For saying what I said.
[She takes a breath.] I was... I...
[She can't admit how upset she was to Nebula. Gamora looks down at her bare thighs. It's easier to focus there than on her sister.] I don't blame you.
[It's not quite a lie.]
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I blame me. [Nebula admits, trying to steel her expression.] I think every day what I could have done differently. If I hadn't let Thanos get that information out of my head...
I killed myself, you know. The version of me from the other Gamora's timeline. She was going to kill you. [She shakes her head, correcting herself.] The other you. And I couldn't let it happen. Not again.
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[Its then that Gamora realises. If she hadn’t told Nebula where the Soul Stone was, then Thanos wouldn’t have tortured Nebula to make Gamora tell. The fault ultimately lies with Gamora.
She takes a minute, working through her grief still. But Nebula killed Her counterpart to protect Gamora?
There is so much love and hope expressed in that one violent sentiment. And Nebula killing her counterpart to save Gamora?
Things start clicking into place and Gamora starts to allow herself to be the bigger picture. The Guardians - her death - will allow Nebula to heal. Nebula can’t thrive with her sister, her competition, her torturer, there. In dying, Gamora will give Nebula a chance to grow and change and experience happiness.
Her death won’t save the universe, but it will save her sister.
That at least clear in her head, Gamora looks up from her thighs and over at her sister.]
I love you, Nebula.