[ Gamora should likely be more respectful than she is in that moment; while she doesn't take the pictures, she looks over to see what Richie reveals. The second makes as little sense to her as the first, but she does recognize a dead, rotted body (the size of a child, surrounded by children).
(Standing over bodies just as small as her own, pools of blood that soak her bare feet, yellow and blue on her knife and her hands, finding them days later when the jungle heat has bloated the flesh eroded away by the alien maggots burrowed into their skin, and that was her, this was all her, she did this—)
She snaps to attention with the third photograph. She sees the image of the man in the tub, his wrists slashed open, and— is this worse? Better? How does this horror stand up against the scenes in Richie's other photos? Gamora remembers in her childhood, there were some children discovered in similar positions, because some couldn't handle the fear and pain, and rather than wait to be picked off, they—
It's Richie's reaction that alarms her the most, how he can't tear his eyes from the gore, and he chokes on his own air, his own words. ]
Rich.
[ She doesn't say it with the same edge of before, and she doesn't reach out to snatch away the photo; she sets a hand at his forearm, tries to push it down, to break that invisible string tying Richie's eyes to the bloodied corpse. ]
no subject
(Standing over bodies just as small as her own, pools of blood that soak her bare feet, yellow and blue on her knife and her hands, finding them days later when the jungle heat has bloated the flesh eroded away by the alien maggots burrowed into their skin, and that was her, this was all her, she did this—)
She snaps to attention with the third photograph. She sees the image of the man in the tub, his wrists slashed open, and— is this worse? Better? How does this horror stand up against the scenes in Richie's other photos? Gamora remembers in her childhood, there were some children discovered in similar positions, because some couldn't handle the fear and pain, and rather than wait to be picked off, they—
It's Richie's reaction that alarms her the most, how he can't tear his eyes from the gore, and he chokes on his own air, his own words. ]
Rich.
[ She doesn't say it with the same edge of before, and she doesn't reach out to snatch away the photo; she sets a hand at his forearm, tries to push it down, to break that invisible string tying Richie's eyes to the bloodied corpse. ]