❝Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ ɪᴛsᴇʟғ, ʙᴜᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs, ɪᴛ ʀʜʏᴍᴇs.❞
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Aᴅᴀᴍ Wᴀʀʟᴏᴄᴋ. retweeted
❝ Pᴏᴡᴇʀ. ❞
—Aɴ Iɴғɪɴɪᴛʏ Wᴀʀ Sᴏʟᴏ.
Rᴇᴀᴅ: twitlonger.com/show/n_1sqrpj…
An odd part of him misses the familiarity of violence from the Badoon. Instead of battlecries and gunfire, they greet him with pleading and desperation.
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He misses the bustle of Knowhere: its ruins are home to only pirates and bandits, plucking every last bit of value from the carcass of the satellite.
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Aᴅᴀᴍ Wᴀʀʟᴏᴄᴋ. retweeted
❝Mᴀʏʙᴇ I ᴀᴍ ᴀ ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʀ. I ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ I’ᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪғ I ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴᴇ.——
×Rᴇᴠᴀᴍᴘᴇᴅ Vɪꜱɪᴏɴ;
×Mᴀʀᴠᴇʟ RP;
——I’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ. Bᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ.❞
RT? Tʜᴀɴᴋꜱ!
|| if there isn't a dramatic scene of adam emerging from the cocoon to Gold by Spandau Ballet i'm gonna riot
|| actually a slow motion shot of a golden, glistening, glowing adam stepping out of the cocoon like a high-end perfume advert whilst Magic by Pilot plays please and thank you Mr. Gunn
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Worry not. The conscience of the cosmos wears heavily on his shoulders, but it is a burden he has chosen to carry.
“Though it was never about holding and sustaining that power. It was a matter a responsibility, of possessing something that others do not have the faculties to do so. The soul gem is not like the others... She has a soul of her own. A soul, and with it, a hunger.”
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“It has been a long time since I have had to exercise my power to subdue a foe. Whether this is a good sign or not, I am yet to decide.”
No meditation session is complete without Fleetwood Mac.
Adam never thought he’d say it, but... He misses Quill.
Another spacecraft drifting alone. Nothing inside; no signs of life. More victims of ‘mercy’.
Interstellar genocide weighs heavily on his shoulders. It would seem he cannot go a day without finding more lives devastated by an unchecked lust for power.
How little has changed since his last appearance.
He’s wearing clothes this time, though. It’s not all bad.
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And so they have come to the beginning of the end.
All things must perish so that new life may flourish in its wake.
And yet, I see the future and I am no less held a prisoner by what stands before me.
They need not luck, power, or strength. They need only each other.
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