—I don't think you're the bad one. I don't even think either of us can be good or bad —. They had done so many bad things throughout their lives that Nebula didn't even seek to define herself in one category. She just was and existed, with demons in her head. Even knowing her imperfections, she couldn't help feeling the unease and the constant thought of improving to one day be at Gamora's level, one that her sister had achieved by trying less than the robotic one.

She cleared her throat, adjusting her jacket pocket, settling the issue. —Ronan is looking for you.