"I am Groot."
It was merely a whisper that whisks this deadly and unbearable silence away.
But even after that miserable try to motivate them into developing something of a plan they kept sitting in a circle, not even looking at each other.
The cell they were kept in was dark and so damn cold and this quitness … suffocating.
One thing seemed perfectly clear.
They had lost.
And the consequences?
So many innocent lives …
Men, women and children.
They just vanished. Screaming in fear and pain.
A high price to pay.
And all of that was their fault.
The death. Everything.
What if Peter hadn't panicked? - Why did he even loose his stand?
She could have handled the weapon.
Maybe …
Gamore tried to overcome the bitterness of these thoughts, because the 'what if' would still be worthless.
Had there been a chance at all? - Had it been futile to try?
"I know." she said after the silence became to much to bear. "I think … it was foolish to try."
The power provided from the stone in his possession was nothing they could go up against.
Depressive words and she knew that it didn't help them either but the guilt she was feeling pushed her down, strangled her and made breathing a challenge.
She was no one to cry but her desperation hurt like hell, but worse was the uncertainty about Peter.
Did he even survive the attack from Ronan? Or had the madman killed him right on the spot after they failed?
And what about Rocket and the Ravagers? Yondu and his crew had participated in the all out battle.
Gamora felt nauseas – a weave of fear and worry.
"I am Groot." His mind seemed to be plagued by the same thoughts as hers and she managed to smile softly at her companion – trying to encourage them all.
Nothing could come out of the sorrow and self pity.
They were still alive and at this point that meant a lot.
No giving up now.
"I am sure they are still kicking somewhere. We are still alive and breathing. So there is a chance that Peter and the others are still alive too."
It wasn't a lie. She believed that at least her friend and captain was still giving a hell of a fight out of sheer spite.
They just had to find a way out of this brig.
"Yeah, but why are we still alive?" Drax awakened from his trance and starred at her.
She wanted to give an answer but that was something she did not figure out just yet.
It made no sense at all.
Ronan had the chance to end the fight then and there – to get rid of his enemies.
She knew that he wasn't someone who hesitates.
And then it hit her.
This was a game of power and dominance.
He had done this in the past a few times.
The poor souls that had to endure his so called justice.
She could still see the blood on the floor and hear the whimpers.
Her first thought at that time had always been about how pathetic it was to beg for mercy but now she could perfectly understand how it must be to stand on this side of the hammer.
Of course … he would never just kill the ones who opposed him.
It was a statement.
The guardians of the galaxy – their life and fate in his hands alone.
"He is playing with us." she finally answered after an eternity.
"Why would he waste time with playing when he is about to kill us later?"
Drax didn't understand was she was phrasing out here.
"I mean that he is amusing himself while killing us slowly and at his terms."
This time the big guy reacted with a simple nod.
"I am sure that Xandar was just the beginning of something bigger. We cannot give up now because there is still a very small chance to turn these events into our favour."
No, Ronan would not stop here. He was obsessed with power and the might the infinity stone gave him … it made him unpredictable and dangerous.
"I am groot!"
That's right. If they had to die … they wouldn't go down without a ground shaking match.
