"You don't understand, Barton! Thanos got Six! I told her I'd take care of her!"
Normally? Rocket, while sarcastic and a bit of a dick, was cool, calm, and collected. To anyone who even slightly knew him? This little panic attack had to be quite alarming.
He pointed at Star-Lord, crazed, irrational anger in his eyes. "If Quill hadn't let that gronad out of the d'ast Cancerverse to begin with, NONE of this would be happening. If SHE...." he pointed at Gamora, "Had taken him out years ago when she had the chance, none of this would be happening."
He glared at Angela, who had already started walking away.
"And if she had watched out for Six instead of worryin' about makin' goo-goo eyes at Shepard, Thanos wouldn't have gotten her!"