The same things normal people take offense to? He has things that piss him off like anyone else. C'mon, Ros.
[Ah. There's that quiet kneejerk urge to say has, instead of had. Little Groot is not the same as the old Groot, and maybe one day he won't trip over remembering that.]
You can't say c'mon, Ros as though I've ever known a sentient tree. Even I hadn't met someone like that before.
[Odd, how she's all right with him calling her by that nickname. Why? Is it because he's so aggressively casual himself, or because he's not human, and so the inherent patronizing disrespect is missing? Perhaps that's it. It doesn't sound like a diminutive when he says it; he's no man trying to subtly put her lower than himself.
But ah, she owes him an answer, doesn't she?]
As for what I meant before by not entirely human . . . simply that. I'm, ah, something a bit different.
[There's no easy word for what she is, unfortunately, and so she settles on:]
I am-- or I was, once-- something a bit like a ghost.
[Rocket stares at her like she's said something to the effect that she has an extra head tucked into her bag and she switches them out intermittently. There's a lot of shit in the galaxy, so most things she could have said wouldn't have thrown him (honestly if she'd told him she was a lizard under that human skin, his response would just to be to commend her for choosing to look like a human, instead- lizards are terrible).
Ghosts, on the other hand, are a bit much. They involve some degree of belief that anything happens after you die, which Rocket, as a mostly man-made creation, has no reason to hold onto. You don't wanna get into a debate about souls with a lab experiment, after all.]
A ghost. [He shifts in the branches again and reaches out to poke her in the arm.] I ain't an expert, but what I know about ghosts is they ain't substantial.
A bit like, I said, and please refrain from prodding me in the future.
[Honestly. Rosalind shifts back, less to get away from him and more to simply settle into the tree properly.]
And you'll notice I used the past tense. Being brought here rendered me human once more. But I . . .
[She pauses. She isn't upset in the least; it's just irritating to her when she doesn't have the proper terms to label and quantify something.]
I was killed. But the nature of my death was such that I was torn apart with a device that was used in time/space experiments-- so when it killed me, it also didn't kill me, all at once, over and over. It elevated me, tearing me apart and scattering my atoms across all the universes.
That, in turn, granted me a fair few abilities-- one of which you just witnessed. I can travel through space as my whim, though it's been severely limited.
[Rocket withdraws his hand and listens without further snarky commentary... Until she's finished anyway.] See? You could've started with that. That understand better. You should see the crazy physics that go into travel throughout the universe. It's amazing we don't have hundreds of "atom ghosts" or whatever you wanna call yourself.
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The same things normal people take offense to? He has things that piss him off like anyone else. C'mon, Ros.
[Ah. There's that quiet kneejerk urge to say has, instead of had. Little Groot is not the same as the old Groot, and maybe one day he won't trip over remembering that.]
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[Odd, how she's all right with him calling her by that nickname. Why? Is it because he's so aggressively casual himself, or because he's not human, and so the inherent patronizing disrespect is missing? Perhaps that's it. It doesn't sound like a diminutive when he says it; he's no man trying to subtly put her lower than himself.
But ah, she owes him an answer, doesn't she?]
As for what I meant before by not entirely human . . . simply that. I'm, ah, something a bit different.
[There's no easy word for what she is, unfortunately, and so she settles on:]
I am-- or I was, once-- something a bit like a ghost.
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Ghosts, on the other hand, are a bit much. They involve some degree of belief that anything happens after you die, which Rocket, as a mostly man-made creation, has no reason to hold onto. You don't wanna get into a debate about souls with a lab experiment, after all.]
A ghost. [He shifts in the branches again and reaches out to poke her in the arm.] I ain't an expert, but what I know about ghosts is they ain't substantial.
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[Honestly. Rosalind shifts back, less to get away from him and more to simply settle into the tree properly.]
And you'll notice I used the past tense. Being brought here rendered me human once more. But I . . .
[She pauses. She isn't upset in the least; it's just irritating to her when she doesn't have the proper terms to label and quantify something.]
I was killed. But the nature of my death was such that I was torn apart with a device that was used in time/space experiments-- so when it killed me, it also didn't kill me, all at once, over and over. It elevated me, tearing me apart and scattering my atoms across all the universes.
That, in turn, granted me a fair few abilities-- one of which you just witnessed. I can travel through space as my whim, though it's been severely limited.
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Show me them, once we get back to civilization. I'd be very interested to see precisely how you do it.
[NERD.]