"Gamo–" You're not dying cuts him off, and he quiets, letting her have her piece. But it's with a pained expression he watches her, feeling guilt in him like a dozen tightening knots.
When the chance to speak again comes again, he takes it. "To what end? Gamora, I..." His head dipped and shook. "There's nothing else I can do...for the people here." For her, too. But saying that seemed too much.
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When the chance to speak again comes again, he takes it. "To what end? Gamora, I..." His head dipped and shook. "There's nothing else I can do...for the people here." For her, too. But saying that seemed too much.