[ Her jaw is so tight it hurts, and she refuses to budge, refuses to release him. ]
You'll just get yourself killed.
[ Snapped out, some odd combination of desperate and resigned, because no matter how real this feels now, no matter how much she can smell the death in the air, feel the ground shaking under her legs, hear those voices crying out clear as crystal— she knows how this ends. She knows this dream from start to finish, and there's no stopping it. ]
You can't, Peter.
[ And somehow, this is worse than usual. This dream never involves Peter, which means she never has to deal with him being at risk, never has to worry about watching his murder alongside her parents'. The difference now is that she's outside of the city instead of in the thick of it, when usually she stands in the streets as her people die, as Thanos wrings the life out of her world.
She's starting to push herself to her feet, but not to get up with Peter and help; she wants a more secure grip, just in case. ]
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You'll just get yourself killed.
[ Snapped out, some odd combination of desperate and resigned, because no matter how real this feels now, no matter how much she can smell the death in the air, feel the ground shaking under her legs, hear those voices crying out clear as crystal— she knows how this ends. She knows this dream from start to finish, and there's no stopping it. ]
You can't, Peter.
[ And somehow, this is worse than usual. This dream never involves Peter, which means she never has to deal with him being at risk, never has to worry about watching his murder alongside her parents'. The difference now is that she's outside of the city instead of in the thick of it, when usually she stands in the streets as her people die, as Thanos wrings the life out of her world.
She's starting to push herself to her feet, but not to get up with Peter and help; she wants a more secure grip, just in case. ]