[It's tempting to be angry with him for not doing exactly that. It may have spared her life along with half the galaxy. Gamora has been killed by her abuser. She's long past the anger stage in her death. The what-ifs have never haunted her the way they did her Terran lover. They made mistakes and now they are dead for them. It's as simple as that.
She nods slowly, knowing her trauma clouds her mind. If Thanos had not held her prisoner for years, she would clearly see how to kill him. Alas, that isn't the case.]
I know what the Guardians are capable of. We slayed a celestial being together. Two of them are with your brother. [She leaves unsaid they will do better without her trauma holding them back.] They will win between the two. The Terrans delayed him once. My death will give my team all the motivation they need to do so with prejudice. Right now we can only imagine it.
[It was helpful, and nothing more than he knew about the hero types. It hadn't been the core though, as Thanos was only part of the symptoms. It was Loki regretting and feeling guilty over his actions. Even though he'd tried to make amends, to fix things, it still often came out wrong.]
That still leaves us, stuck here unless our wishes really can be granted. Or rather mine, as you're content to stay dead so long as he is.
[Loki knew that might hurt. Would sting. He hadn't stopped the words anyways as this boundary was pushed at. How could she stay his friend? Truly.]
[The look Gamora gives is hard and withering. He is trying to get a rise out of her. If Peter had said this, it would have worked. She can see the game here and refuses to play it.] Not all of us can be so clear-headed when our abuser abducts us again and finally murders us to gain the power to murder half the galaxy. I cannot go back and change it.
[Outwardly, Loki met that look with his own hard mask, offering no quarter nor hint of it affecting him. Inwardly was another story, as he tried to remind himself that Gamora had proven herself to be a friend. He really didn't want to hurt her.]
In theory, you could--just as I could, if we get our wishes and aren't just stuck in this place as some kind of alternative to the afterlife.
[Shot back just as evenly, almost an instinctual response before Loki shook his head, and turned away.]
...lashing out at you gets me nowhere. I'm sorry.
[Ever mercurial, though as of late his moods had been far more stable. She was not his enemy, and if he were to fight and hurt, he wanted it to matter. To be at the rightful target.]
[Gamora exhales audibly. She can practically hear Nebula right now. She'd remind her that Gamora always wanted to win. Is she pleased with herself? No, anything but. She closes the distance between them, tentatively reaching out to touch his arm.]
I am sorry too. I know my actions will hurt my family deeply. I do regret allowing Thanos to bring me so low that ending my life became the ideal scenario. I could have wished for anything and instead allowed his poison to warp my mind one last time. You are my friend and I am yours. I am sorry that knowing how low being near him brings me has harmed you. If I ever get the chance to set it right, I will for my family, friends, and me. You have reminded me I deserve better than to be another corpse at his feet. I am grateful for that.
[That had not been what Loki was expecting. He looked at her hand, but when she was done speaking, he placed his own over hers.]
You deserve better, than to be a corpse or a living dead woman. You're far stronger than he is, and far better. Seems only right you should fight for that, in my eyes.
[Then more softly.]
Thank you. Before here, I've never actually had friends of my own.
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She nods slowly, knowing her trauma clouds her mind. If Thanos had not held her prisoner for years, she would clearly see how to kill him. Alas, that isn't the case.]
I know what the Guardians are capable of. We slayed a celestial being together. Two of them are with your brother. [She leaves unsaid they will do better without her trauma holding them back.] They will win between the two. The Terrans delayed him once. My death will give my team all the motivation they need to do so with prejudice. Right now we can only imagine it.
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That still leaves us, stuck here unless our wishes really can be granted. Or rather mine, as you're content to stay dead so long as he is.
[Loki knew that might hurt. Would sting. He hadn't stopped the words anyways as this boundary was pushed at. How could she stay his friend? Truly.]
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[It's cool and brutally honest.]
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In theory, you could--just as I could, if we get our wishes and aren't just stuck in this place as some kind of alternative to the afterlife.
[Shot back just as evenly, almost an instinctual response before Loki shook his head, and turned away.]
...lashing out at you gets me nowhere. I'm sorry.
[Ever mercurial, though as of late his moods had been far more stable. She was not his enemy, and if he were to fight and hurt, he wanted it to matter. To be at the rightful target.]
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I am sorry too. I know my actions will hurt my family deeply. I do regret allowing Thanos to bring me so low that ending my life became the ideal scenario. I could have wished for anything and instead allowed his poison to warp my mind one last time. You are my friend and I am yours. I am sorry that knowing how low being near him brings me has harmed you. If I ever get the chance to set it right, I will for my family, friends, and me. You have reminded me I deserve better than to be another corpse at his feet. I am grateful for that.
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You deserve better, than to be a corpse or a living dead woman. You're far stronger than he is, and far better. Seems only right you should fight for that, in my eyes.
[Then more softly.]
Thank you. Before here, I've never actually had friends of my own.