I know you don't. [ You. Not I. They're her powers, after all. He's only directing them, like an archer nocking an arrow. ] I just-- [ "don't want to hurt anyone," is on the tip of his tongue, but that's wrong. He wants to destroy the Ravagers, honestly. Wipe them out for stealing him away from his home. But not-- he doesn't think he has the stomach for it like this. Not one at a time. Better to feel guilt-but-not-guilt all at once, he thinks.
And he thinks his mother would be disappointed with the way he's turned out now, hungry for revenge and power, only he doesn't really remember what she sounds like anymore. Maybe if he did, he'd have her voice in his head urging him to take a different path.
He doesn't realize he's stilled, lost in his thoughts, until she speaks -- and he doesn't quite start at the sound of her voice, but he does look up at her sharply. ]
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And he thinks his mother would be disappointed with the way he's turned out now, hungry for revenge and power, only he doesn't really remember what she sounds like anymore. Maybe if he did, he'd have her voice in his head urging him to take a different path.
He doesn't realize he's stilled, lost in his thoughts, until she speaks -- and he doesn't quite start at the sound of her voice, but he does look up at her sharply. ]
I'm Peter. Peter Quill.