Nebula was so fierce, Gamora didn't know how on earth she'd ever got to be that way. She wasn't as brave and she still had bad dreams and cried for her mother, she hated to be alone. But Nebula was the most brave and Gamora clung tighter to her hands so she wouldn't change her mind.
Lucky she nodded and she could let out a sigh of relief. Together, they could explore together. What she wanted to do was go get the blanket from the bed where the pink boy slept and pull it over the table, so they could stay there hidden from sight, but that was a silly kind of shelter.
"Yes, together," she agreed as she leaned in to rest her forehead against her sister's. "Maybe he'll never find us, maybe we get to stay lost here," Gamora whispered so quiet, as quiet as she could because no one was allowed to hear that.