[ Every so often, one of the monks would presume to ask her just why she kept the mercenary around, and she would fix them with a glare the promised unthinkable amounts of pain if they questioned her again. They would make simpering little apologies and crawl away, their proverbial tail tucked between their legs.
It spared her from having to answer, because truthfully, she didn't know why, herself. Peter Quill grated on her, with his sarcasm and the way she could tell he didn't approve of her methods. Maybe there was a part of her that was looking to stay grounded, or perhaps she knew that a more like-minded individual would try to use her, focus her powers as a tool for their own gain, like Sophis had.
All she knows is that, despite her threats, she had no desire to kill him. He'd done what she paid him to do, and done it well. She could live with his sarcasm.
That does not stop her gaze from sliding in his direction, ice cold and razor sharp ]
Don't tempt me to add you to their number, Quill. I'll be finished when I'm finished.
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It spared her from having to answer, because truthfully, she didn't know why, herself. Peter Quill grated on her, with his sarcasm and the way she could tell he didn't approve of her methods. Maybe there was a part of her that was looking to stay grounded, or perhaps she knew that a more like-minded individual would try to use her, focus her powers as a tool for their own gain, like Sophis had.
All she knows is that, despite her threats, she had no desire to kill him. He'd done what she paid him to do, and done it well. She could live with his sarcasm.
That does not stop her gaze from sliding in his direction, ice cold and razor sharp ]
Don't tempt me to add you to their number, Quill. I'll be finished when I'm finished.