Home. Without opening his eyes, Thanos knew he was there. It had been so long since he had seen Titan in its glory. But here it was, he could sense it.
Opening his eyes, Thanos was willing to welcome his home again into his heavy heart. The throne room of his ship greeted him instead. The worn metallic smell penetrated his nonse as the echoes in the spacious chamber magnified the emptiness. He stood behind the throne, his seat of conquest. His destiny.
Despite being the most powerful being in the universe, Thanos couldn't command his total power to control his presence. He circles cautiously, feeling as if he is not alone.
"Daughter."
The tiny child sat in the throne, her pink wisps of hair flowing in her face as she peers down at Thanos' burnt gauntlet, stones still in tact. Her thin fingers stroke the soul stone, which glows in response.
"Even as a child you refused to sit here. Why now?"
Gamora brings her gaze to Thanos. Her face held her usual expression, somehow battered but innocent, brutal but hopeful.
"The universe cries itself to sleep because of you."
Irritation tugs at Thanos' mind, but he gives it no power. "The universe is reborn because of me. By channeling cosmic power I brought it a new beginning. You might not see it this way, but this is the truth. I have preserved life."
"You have destroyed it. There will be vengeance."
The irritation began to thin the Titan's patience. "I did what had to be done. I saw the destruction that was occurring so I brought salvation."
A tiny smile hints at the corner of Gamora's lips. She slides the gauntlet onto her hand, which seemed to swallow her arm. The stones began to glow, their colors twinkling bright in merriment. "You have brought an imbalance to the universe. It will be corrected."
