[His arms fold over his chest. He might as well be on a stage, talking to a sea of people, for all the nerves he's feeling right now. Despite this, he's looking at Quill like he has two heads, fully convinced of what he's saying, like it's the easiest math equation there is. Because it's obvious, isn't it? C'mon.]
Why would you want anything to do with me after this mess? This whole thing is on me. [Honestly, he expected Quill to just leave him in the forest, after he admitted what he did — or didn't do, in this case. Hell, he expected a very fair response of radio silence, like he'd done to them. So he sucks in a breath, feeling sick, and says (very nearly recites):] If you have the power to stop something bad from happening, and you don't? It happened because of you.
So who cares about the clock? When she comes back, she shouldn't want anything to do with me, either.
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[His arms fold over his chest. He might as well be on a stage, talking to a sea of people, for all the nerves he's feeling right now. Despite this, he's looking at Quill like he has two heads, fully convinced of what he's saying, like it's the easiest math equation there is. Because it's obvious, isn't it? C'mon.]
Why would you want anything to do with me after this mess? This whole thing is on me. [Honestly, he expected Quill to just leave him in the forest, after he admitted what he did — or didn't do, in this case. Hell, he expected a very fair response of radio silence, like he'd done to them. So he sucks in a breath, feeling sick, and says (very nearly recites):] If you have the power to stop something bad from happening, and you don't? It happened because of you.
So who cares about the clock? When she comes back, she shouldn't want anything to do with me, either.