Nebula | Quill
She thought he was probably right, she and Gamora would be good for one another - for different reasons, and in different ways than they might have been in the past. But Nebula needed this, with her sister, to have this connection, and she hoped it was something that in time Gamora would need too - not just because they had grown up together, experienced the same horrors side by side, but because they had found a way to be the family they had always needed.
"I'll miss the explosions." She admitted, something like a smile pulling at the corner of her mouths, as much as Nebula ever truly smiled. It wouldn't be as complicated now. She'd had the time to work through her pain and anger at her sister already, they didn't have to come to blows to find a common ground any more. "But I hope it will be easier."
In her time on Earth she had learned much about the ways Terrans exhibited their pain, or tried to hide it in some cases, and she saw it there on Quill now when he looked away, instead trying the bad but good twizzlers again. She doubted that lucky was truly what he felt, no more than she felt it about what had happened and the losses they had suffered. "Yes. Some would say that."