[Tesak is on his knees swearing a heated blue streak, clutching his stump of a hand, his eyes rolling around in his head like a madman as he just seems to be instinctively looking for his own missing appendage, like that will somehow comfort him. Rocket could tell him that the remains of it are a gory mess on the crate to his left, but he's too busy counting his own breaths and coaxing himself to pull his finger away from the trigger.
Even when 76 approaches, his spindly, weirdly human fingers are still positioned on the trigger and his eyes are locked on Tesak's head like he has a mental crosshair going. Quill said, Quill said, is the mantra with every breath. But Quill isn't here and what's he gonna know? He doesn't get a say in this, does he? He left him here.
And then 76 is speaking and Rocket removes his finger from the trigger, reality slamming down on him as he remembers that he isn't alone here and there are other people who need him to stay grounded and not driven by rage and spite.]
Uh-huh. [He collapses the gun to remove the temptation and slides it back against its holster.] Look at us, regular heroes. Bringing in the bad guys instead of brutally torturing 'em, unlike what you do, Tesak. [Rocket does allow himself one bit of pettiness as he passes by Tesak, since he's physically incapable of holding up the man, and that's to flick the raw cauterized bit of meat on his stump, sending another shriek of pain echoing through the warehouse.] Okay, now I'm done.
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Even when 76 approaches, his spindly, weirdly human fingers are still positioned on the trigger and his eyes are locked on Tesak's head like he has a mental crosshair going. Quill said, Quill said, is the mantra with every breath. But Quill isn't here and what's he gonna know? He doesn't get a say in this, does he? He left him here.
And then 76 is speaking and Rocket removes his finger from the trigger, reality slamming down on him as he remembers that he isn't alone here and there are other people who need him to stay grounded and not driven by rage and spite.]
Uh-huh. [He collapses the gun to remove the temptation and slides it back against its holster.] Look at us, regular heroes. Bringing in the bad guys instead of brutally torturing 'em, unlike what you do, Tesak. [Rocket does allow himself one bit of pettiness as he passes by Tesak, since he's physically incapable of holding up the man, and that's to flick the raw cauterized bit of meat on his stump, sending another shriek of pain echoing through the warehouse.] Okay, now I'm done.