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          _{he does his best to reign in the situation before it has an opportunity to
          spiral out of control. each individual element of the moment is unstable;
          a symphony of clashing dispositions, personalities & motivations.
          ingredients suited for a homemade explosive, so now it’s
          his responsibility to douse the fuse.} 

          _{honestly, though, it couldn’t of turned out any other way – having a versatile
          personality means you inevitably end up making friends that don’t like one
          another too much. but hell, if everyone in the galaxy got along, it’d end up
          being one boring ass place to live in. peaceful, but dull; that’s no way to
          live. but at the moment, they’re in dire need of an armistice before they
          start ripping each other limb from limb. the first step is to separate
          his guardians of the galaxy from the blue suns, handle them both
          individually, make them see reason. gesturing for his merry
          troupe of convicts to take a few steps back for a second,
          he pulls gamora to the side to reason with her first.} 

               _{“ okay. this isn’t working. it was supposed to work,
                 but it’s not & i have no idea how to get you guys
                 to just … get along. that’s me being totally honest.
                 i know they’re a bit uptight, but they’re a private
                 security organization – kind of. so they’ve got,
                 like, rules & stuff. that means you can’t go
                 around chopping off people’s hands
                 because they tried to touch
                 your butt! “}