[ Nebula doesn't have much concept of fate. She only just has a concept of freedom - even if somedays she still grapples with it. Spending so long as a weapon, poised to kill, meant that simple things appeared foreign. ]
[ But she's tried to become better. As she does now. As she listens to Himeka, because she can't ignore that she cares about her. That she wants to trust her - though she hasn't said as much. Trust is the most fragile gift in the universe, afterall, and the most easily made into a weapon. ]
Fighting a god means only one person has to die.
[ Biting humor and then: ]
There are many variations of gods in our universe. Annoyingly so. I wouldn't claim to know how they are all made or what influences them.
Planets. Born. Created. Self-made. Most of them act the same.
Whatever their purpose is becomes the only thing that matters. My father was among them.
private idk?
[ But she's tried to become better. As she does now. As she listens to Himeka, because she can't ignore that she cares about her. That she wants to trust her - though she hasn't said as much. Trust is the most fragile gift in the universe, afterall, and the most easily made into a weapon. ]
Fighting a god means only one person has to die.
[ Biting humor and then: ]
There are many variations of gods in our universe. Annoyingly so. I wouldn't claim to know how they are all made or what influences them.
Planets. Born. Created. Self-made. Most of them act the same.
Whatever their purpose is becomes the only thing that matters. My father was among them.