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The Guardians of the Galaxy were a star burning out, meaning they were a fiery ball of gas with a destined collision already preordained. They were fractured; some came from here and some came from there. Phyla-Vell was from there. Rocket was from here. The Captain Marvel of Earth-18897 and the Raccoon of Earth-19999 found themselves on a team together, but the memories Phyla possessed of Rocket didn’t correlate to the creature in front of her -- and that was for the best.
“So what you’re telling me,” she shifted so that she could lean forward, both forearms braced against her knees. “Is that your team is just planning to keep looking for her?” If she was anything like the Gamora that Phyla knew, she’d be impossible to find. “I commend your stubbornness. Or, maybe, foolishness.”
