[A sharp intake of breath and a flinch meets Peter's gesture. Mantis presses her lips together and manages a hitching breath; that is not the question she wants to hear. Her gaze flits between her younger self and Peter and she finally settles on staring at the ground somewhere beyond Peter's elbow.]

He would have told me to.

[She's worrying her lip, jaw trembling and she's not sure whether she wants to cry, beg for his forgiveness, or hit him for that comment. How he must hate her now, but he doesn't have to treat her like she didn't even try.]

I went and got Drax. [There's tears in her voice, if not on her face. There's anger and pleading and anxiety all wrapped up in her words.] When Ego took you away, I woke up Drax.

[She looks at him then.

And pokes him in the chest. Hard.] So don't stand there and think that I don't know that this is wrong. I helped you. [She points to her younger self.] Who was going to help me?