[Until he was set to right, or until he had more time to become himself and not haunted so frequently by the ghosts of his past, his lucidity was going to come and go in waves, Gamora. sorrynotsorry.

Still, he walked with her behind him, not bothered in the slightest with the fact she might attack him. If she did, he probably deserved it. He'd been bad, after all. So very, very bad.]

Is for most, from what I can tell. Anyone here is not from here. This is a blip in the radar before you move on to that big world in the sky. Keeping us all here like rats in quarantine to make sure we don't spread a plague.

[He turned to look at her over his shoulder.]

Wouldn't want that. Been through a few plagues. Nasty things. Spread like wicked evil wildfire.