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[[ Just a long moment of silence (and a blank screen if appropriate, followed by a beep. ]]

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[alivingweapon]

[ Gamora has no inkling of the memories flooding his mind. She can hear the change in his breathing, and that's it, difficult to dissect through her own laboured breathing. Indignation? Anger? Perhaps it's guilt, actual shame, or just surprise at being called out. She just knows that he's suddenly talking again. Spluttering, backpedaling, then claiming to be Peter's friend.

That's where she snaps. It's a scream of pure frustration, the result of the maelstrom of sorrow and rage inside of her. He can't even do her the courtesy of leaving her alone. ]

Not a shred.

[ Then she flings her tablet at the opposite wall, dropping her head into her hands, unable to fight that second wave. ]