"Would that change what happened?" She asked him when he told her that he was ashamed of what had happened and that he was sorry. She knew it wouldn't, but she wondered if he thought perhaps that it might. There were some that could not be changed, she lived with that knowledge for most of her life. All you could do was improve yourself as you moved forward with your life.
"My family was taken from me when I was young," She told him, "And I was turned into something - a tool for a Titan, used to carry out his will in the Galaxy." No one could say that Nebula was exactly gentle about anything, but she certainly tried her best, and here she was doing it again - though whether or not it was actually helpful would be another matter entirely.
"He took me apart piece by piece, replacing bits of me until I became what you see now. There is no way I can make right the things I did in his name. All I can do is be better now." She didn't know how to express things like feeling sorry, the closest she'd gotten to something like that was with Gamora and even then she hadn't been able to say something like that to her own sister. It would be impossible with anyone else she thought.
"You are obviously not the wolf - not here or where it matters." It would be one thing if the wolf had come to her, but she knew that was impossible, as impossible as it had been for her past self to see a life beyond what she had known for so long.