she gives a small shrug, shoulders barely lifting
enough to be all that noticeable. it had become
clear to her lately that sometimes killing people
was the best way to go about things, no matter
how harsh it may seem. plus, when you’re as
scared to trust as she was, killing is easier than
making friends.
“ whatever it takes, right?gotta survive. ”
a traded glance of uncertainty is the only way he’ll dignify that answer. people like her might end up surviving, but maybe the trade-off is just a bit too severe. for his liking, at least. quill might of had to put some living people down in his time, but he’s never taken a life just to nab their stuff. there’s a certain level of ambiguity to her, though, that compels him to hold his opinions for now.
