[ She almost growls under her breath, but instead of trying to smash the picture into the ground with her heel, she moves her boot, bending over to gather up the dirty pieces. ]
Yes. That's my arm.
[ But she clearly still has both her arms – even if the intricate, fine lines of silver scars are more easily hidden beneath long sleeves and dark clothing.
And even through her embarrassment and defensiveness, through her impulse to simply shove past Richie and walk away, pretend this never happened... ]
He replaced it.
[ Replacing. Thanos didn't just take her bones for the sake of experimentation or curiosity; he did it to change her.
(To take away the pieces of herself that still belonged to Gamora.) ]
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Yes. That's my arm.
[ But she clearly still has both her arms – even if the intricate, fine lines of silver scars are more easily hidden beneath long sleeves and dark clothing.
And even through her embarrassment and defensiveness, through her impulse to simply shove past Richie and walk away, pretend this never happened... ]
He replaced it.
[ Replacing. Thanos didn't just take her bones for the sake of experimentation or curiosity; he did it to change her.
(To take away the pieces of herself that still belonged to Gamora.) ]