Gamora’s face, for a split second, showed a glint of surprise. There was also something else. Something that she didn’t even know how to name—. I’ve bested you in combat most of my life —she started, fully aware of the results those encounters could’ve caused— but if you were more perceptive of your insecurities, you’d know that’s not me. It’s you who thinks I’m the bad one here.

Because it was easier to think that. That Gamora wasn’t as ruthless as Thanos. Perhaps she was. That’s when she understood she was also full of guiltiness. That was her “something else”.