when ur beloved sister was yeeted into the void or vormir did u cry
time && time again , they were told it was all for the great plan – everything for a reason , && sacrifices must be made . she knew this , yet that still had no stopped the ACHE that blossomed beneath her breast when the fate of gamora had reached the ears of the order . family was a FICKLE little thing , so much easier in youth … corvus , cull both had been kept close to her heart , affection worn so proudly && she would crow her adoration time && time again . yet gamora had been different ; in stolen childhood , proxima had adored the small child , so full of wit && a heart of gold – adulthood had begun to take over && the SPLIT had begun , barely recognizing the woman who stood before her that final time . sister . rival . stranger .
she had retreated to the training room when the news of gamoras demise found her , channeling energy into destroying a punching bag in a bid to ward off the grief that snaked throughout her form – it would not do to show that weakness , after all , it had to be done , right ? none could coax her out ; husband , ignored . brothers , ignored&& snarled at . company was not DESIRED , && she would not ask twice . one punch .i’m sorry. another punch.IM SORRY. a kick that splits the bagI SHOULD HAVE SAVED YOU family was a funny thing , && yet , she sunk to the ground all the same , choking on the sobs that shook her frame . a pain she was ill-prepared for , a loss she did not UNDERSTAND – perhaps the mad titan was wrong , nothing could be worth this .
