（ a world without thanos is almost too impossible to imagine. he has loomed over her for decades. shaped her grief, her life. he has hurt everyone she has ever loved, and to find that some far flung future she will never see has simply brought about his end without any apparent pomp or ceremony...
emotion is a blade between her ribs, and it twists.
for all that she wanted him dead. for all that she has dreamed of him dead — she had always imagined it would be her or nebula that delivered the killing blow. his ill-used children, and not the ones that drenched themselves in loyalty and glory the way cull obsidian and proxima midnight did, but the ones who truly knew suffering's cost to them —
it feels a little like she's taking the first breath on a new world, and there is a sort of wailing grief that wells like blood from a cut right alongside a vicious satisfaction that bears no earthly name.
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emotion is a blade between her ribs, and it twists.
for all that she wanted him dead. for all that she has dreamed of him dead — she had always imagined it would be her or nebula that delivered the killing blow. his ill-used children, and not the ones that drenched themselves in loyalty and glory the way cull obsidian and proxima midnight did, but the ones who truly knew suffering's cost to them —
it feels a little like she's taking the first breath on a new world, and there is a sort of wailing grief that wells like blood from a cut right alongside a vicious satisfaction that bears no earthly name.
her eyes close. then: ）
Then I owe you a debt, Stephen Strange.