[What she would really like to do is to sit down here, in the middle of this everlasting corridor and draw into herself. To not interact with Peter or the apparition of Ego or even the building itself. To let herself drift and forget it all and just be somewhere else for awhile.
But she could never do that with Ego and she can't do it here either.
She takes a deep breath -- and then another, obviously pulling herself together. Her hands are still clenched at her stomach and she very deliberately pulls them apart, flexing as the ache from having clenched them so tightly for so long settles into her knuckles.
Make yourself useful. She's not sure if she's hearing it in her own voice or Ego's, but it rings through her thoughts.]
No. [Thoughtfully; trying a different route will only likely result in more of the same. She raises her hand as she steps forward and lightly runs her fingers along the ornately decorated wall. It's caught her eye as she pulled the wandering pieces of herself back together.] No. Look.
[There are imperfections in the paint. The moldings don't quite line up. It's not perfect and Ego would have settled for nothing less.]
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But she could never do that with Ego and she can't do it here either.
She takes a deep breath -- and then another, obviously pulling herself together. Her hands are still clenched at her stomach and she very deliberately pulls them apart, flexing as the ache from having clenched them so tightly for so long settles into her knuckles.
Make yourself useful. She's not sure if she's hearing it in her own voice or Ego's, but it rings through her thoughts.]
No. [Thoughtfully; trying a different route will only likely result in more of the same. She raises her hand as she steps forward and lightly runs her fingers along the ornately decorated wall. It's caught her eye as she pulled the wandering pieces of herself back together.] No. Look.
[There are imperfections in the paint. The moldings don't quite line up. It's not perfect and Ego would have settled for nothing less.]