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Gamora closes her fingers around the pieces of the photo, squeezing them tight in her fist – crushing them, to ensure they weren't going to give anyone else an unwelcome peek into her past. ]
He wanted a weapon.
[ Her tone is cold and— hollow. ]
And children are fragile.