Far, far away from Ego's ship, the crashed Milano was still in the same sorry state. Had any of the group that left that morning returned, they would find the Milano's wreckage identical to how it had been that morning. Despite a wand-like object that was able to rebuild the entire ship just by holding it steady at the broken parts, no progress had been made on the wreckage.

There was a reason for this lack of progress; simply put, repairing the Milano was not the highest priority on Rocket Raccoon's list. Some may have found this odd since the goal given to Rocket was to repair the ship and the tool he had did not work quickly, but Rocket had never acted normally, and that wasn't about to change. Even his status as a protector of the galaxy, a hero, was very odd when his life of continuing crime was taken into account. While some were satisfied with the straight and narrow path of an average life, Rocket had always found it stifling compared to his own path he could forge. It wouldn't be fun for him to just be average or normal, and fun was the most important thing in Rocket's life.

His reason for not working on the Milano, however, was separate from his want to enjoy his own path in life. While the work he was doing currently was fun, that was only a bonus for the tasks that amounted to a job; a fun job, but still a job.

While he would never be believed by the group that had left in the morning, he had planned on working on the Milano until everyone was back. He had just been in the middle of that when he was interrupted by two annoying people, Nebula and blue-face himself, Ronan. Rocket didn't hold grudges, he much preferred destructively punishing people instead of just being angry at them, but Ronan was the rare exception ever since Peter had announced that blue-face was off limits. Rocket hated that rule then, and he hated it even more now when Ronan, the thing at fault for child Groot, was standing in front of him. Oh sure, Ronan hadn't touched Groot, but the events that led to Groot's destruction was Ronan's fault.

With a severe glare, Rocket fully intended to make Ronan very aware of his emotions towards him, but he was cut off by blue-face's brisk information that the Sovereign had placed a bounty on all their heads and Yondu's group of Ravagers were coming to claim their bounty. Their was no way to escape off this planet since the Ravagers were too close and would just track them as soon as they left, which meant they had one option: attack.

Now working in a very grudging, uneasy alliance with Nebula and Ronan, Rocket had gotten to work setting up the traps necessary to take out as many Ravagers as possible. He had been in worse odds where he and later Groot, would take on massive armies, but this time was decidedly different. There was no Groot to watch out for him, and he was constantly reminded of that whenever he had the misfortune of seeing blue-face. He hated that he was in this position, he hated that he had been left behind, and he hated that he had to ask that Groot would be protected since he couldn't.

The only thing he didn't hate was the song, one of Quill's about southern nights, that he was humming along to. Rocket complained about Quill's music all the time, if only to see his stupid face tighten as he pretended that the insults didn't bother him. He would never tell Quill that he actually enjoyed the music quite a bit; it was catchy, had upbeat rhythms, and was entertaining in its simple way. As a simple creature, Rocket liked it. He also liked that it worked as a lure for stupid Ravagers. With the sound of Rocket's humming and an obvious fire that sent sparks up into the sky, the Ravagers were drawn to the Milano with complete ignorance that they were walking into a massive pool of traps. He hadn't expected much of the crew led by Yondu, but he was still disappointed at how easy it was to get them into the positions he needed them to be in.

Ronan and Nebula were by the wreckage, waiting in the dark for the Ravagers to arrive, and Rocket was close to them as well...if one ignored the height difference between them, that is. If any of the Ravagers looked up as they passed along the various paths in the dense forest, they might have seen a dark shadow move, or saw the leaves shaking without any source. Because they were stupid, they wouldn't think much of it until Rocket, obscured by the darkness, hummed to the music while the group set off a dart trap. As they were hit and fell, one set off a few rounds of bullets, but Rocket continued to hum as he was oblivious to the noise and not scowling at the Ravager who had alerted some of the groups that there was something wrong.

He didn't remain in that area for long. Spotting a large group approaching the Milano from a rear path, he started to leap through the trees until he was above them. He hadn't bothered to be stealthy, and eventually, one of the Ravagers had enough sense to look up at the trees that were rustling without any wind. The man spotted the partially hidden Rocket and shouted a warning to the others in the group. With horrible aiming, the group shot at the trees while Rocket had fun dodging the bullets. It was all a game to him, and that game was far from over when he stilled and pressed one of two buttons on a device firmly grasped in his hand. Half of the Ravager group flew up into air while the other half, still on the ground, gaped up at him stupidly until Rocket pressed the other button and they were sent up as well. Over and over, he pressed the buttons with a wicked smile as the men were thrown into the air, landed with a huff, and thrown into the air again. He only stopped when the bombs powering his game died, and as he took in the sorry state the Ravagers were in, a hot flash of pride went through him.

He couldn't linger for as long as he wanted to, because another group was approaching. Traveling through the tree, he slowed and became a silent, deadly shadow when he neared the group. They were far more alert than his previous victims, but they were unable to spot him even as he stood on a limb with a collection of discs As soon as the last Ravager had passed underneath him, he dropped down and landed on the man's back. Before he could react, he slapped a disc onto the back of the man's head and jumped to Ravager in front of him to give him the same treatment. Once all the Ravagers had their presents, Rocket disappeared in the trees and watched as each Ravager tried to make out what their new best friend was on the back of their head. Barely suppressing a cackle, he flicked the trigger and the discs were charged with electricity that caused the men to convulse and fall to the ground unconscious and occasionally twitching.

His traps were genius since he was a genius, but geniuses could make mistakes and Rocket made a large one. He had misjudged the number of traps he needed, but he figured that most of the Ravagers were taken out by now so it was safe enough for him to drop from the trees and run through the clearing to the Milano. His traps were hidden in the front of the ship, so all he had to do was sprint in, grab some more equipment, and use a hole in the dark back of the ship to escape into the trees once more.

As soon as he was on the ground, Rocket realized that his plan needed to be modified. Two Ravagers, one from the front and one from the back, were approaching him with their guns trained onto him. Nebula or Ronan wouldn't be able to make their way over in time to stop Rocket getting blasted in the face, but there was nothing new in having to save his own life. The Ravager in front of him started to taunt him, but Rocket ignored the words in favor of zeroing in on the man's throat. As soon as he was close enough, Rocket jumped onto the man's face and viciously punched that tender part of the man's throat. The man's wheezing gasp and clear struggle for air earned no remorse from Rocket; he was too busy using the man as a spring board to back flip off so the bullet the other Ravager fired hit his companion instead. For his failure in killing him, Rocket punched the man rapidly until he fell to the ground, unconscious.

Jumping away from the fallen Ravagers, Rocket's original plan was intact again, but it ended when a whistle echoed through the clearing. Looking up, he could see the sharp arrow whizzing through the air directly at his head. There was no way he could outrun it, so all Rocket could do was let his face fall and say, "Crap."

Another whistle stopped the arrow abruptly so its tip was just grazing Rocket's forehead. It was a decision made by the controller of the arrow, and that controller was walking towards him with a large smirk. Yondu, the leader of the band of Ravagers that had kidnapped and raised Peter, was approaching with many, many Ravagers that all looked very, very pissed at Rocket. With no other option, Rocket raised his hands in clear surrender; the gesture made the Ravagers chortle and whisper taunts, but Rocket didn't care if it meant Groot could be safe.

"Hey there, rat," Yondu greeted as soon as the Ravagers had completely surrounded Rocket. "This your friend?"

Four Ravagers, the largest ones of the group, were needed to drag Ronan to the middle of the circle. When he was near enough to Rocket, they quickly backed away as Ronan turned on them. The only thing that stopped him was a whistle that moved the arrow from Rocket's forehead to just in front of Ronan's eyes. Slowly, Ronan backed away from the aroow, but it wasn't until he was in the middle of the circle and next to Rocket that Yondu made the arrow float in between the two of them. It wasn't against either of their heads, but it was still clear that one wrong move would lead to the arrow going through their forehead and out of the back of their head.

It wasn't the greatest of situations Rocket had been in, but he had been in worse. He sent Yondu a toothy smirk and asked, "How's it going, you blue idiot?"

"Eh, not so bad. We got a pretty good gig. A golden gal with quite a high opinion of herself offered us a large sum of money to deliver you, your pals, Quill's sister, and some robot to her," Yondu sent Rocket a grin, but it was not a kind one, "so she can kill y'all."

"Yondu, you know who I am. If you let us go –"

A sharp whistle and a sudden arrow against his forehead made Ronan go silent. He glared at Yondu, but all that did is make Yondu's lip curl, "I know who you are," he said slowly. "I know exactly who you are and that ain't good for ya." In one jerk, he pulled up the sleeve of his jacket to reveal a dark blue barcode. At the sight of it, Ronan recoiled, but Yondu still kept it out and, with another sharp whistle, forced Ronan to look at the markings. After a minute or so had passed, Yondu hissed at Ronan, "You know what hand you had in this. And I'm going to make sure you suffer for it."

When Yondu turned his glare onto Rocket, he winced and waited for Yondu to show the same out of anger to him, but he never did. Though his eyes were harder than before, Yondu smirked at Rocket and almost casually said, "Pretty easy to find you since we put a tracker on your ship after Xandar."

Rocket knew he was beat, but he was never going to give up. He had always hoped to bargain with the other man, and while he had hoped to keep Yondu in a good mood, he still attempted it, "You give me your word you won't hurt Groot, and I'll tell you where the batteries are."

He could tell that Yondu was going to take the deal. His posture, while still stiff with anger, relaxed ever-so slightly. It was a change not many would notice, but Rocket had been making deals long enough that he knew how to read body language. It had always been clear to him that Yondu had never wanted to kill him, and while Ronan had thrown the situation Rocket had planned for, Yondu's opinion of Rocket hadn't changed.

He barely held back a smirk of his own as Yondu confirmed his thoughts with his very next words, "Lucky for you, my word don't mean squat. Otherwise, I'd actually hand you over."

Rocket had seen the tension in Yondu's group of Ravagers, but even he was unprepared for the infighting that broke out from Yondu's statement. A giant Ravager with a heavily scarred face started it by protesting loudly at Yondu's decisive. Yondu started to defend himself, arguing that they would still make a quarter million with the batteries, baffling wrong math followed as the Ravager group attempted to decide just how much less they would get from the batteries. First, a quarter of the million was one-third of the million that the Sovereign was offering, then it was four times a million, then it was 25...and just 25 credits, not 25,000.

Protests were rumbling through the Ravagers like thunder before a storm. Rocket usually loved this type of conflict and would actively try to intensify it just for the fun of it, but that was when he was in a nice distance away and not right in the middle of possible crossfire. Normally, Rocket liked to be in the center of attention, but in this case he was more than happy to let Yondu act as the main figure, "The point is we aren't stupid enough to help kill the Guardians of the Galaxy. We'd have the whole Nova Corps on us."

At first, the Ravagers seemed to have been swayed by Yondu's point. Sure, the tension was still lingering in the air and most of the Ravagers' faces were less than happy, but for the most part the aggressive energy building just moments ago had calmed. And then one Ravager, younger than the rest, stepped out and disagreed with Yondu. He claimed that Yondu had always protected Quill over all the Ravagers, even those who stuck up for him. Even though it was a respectful disagreement, a clear invention for a discussion later on, the point from the younger Ravager was all that was needed for everything to fall a part. Shouts of agreement and general anger at Yondu's leadership started to grow from the crowd, and the scarred Ravager who had first spoken against Yondu stepped forward with the demand of new leadership and his gun trained on Yondu. Others followed his lead, so the Ravagers still loyal to Yondu pointed their weapons at the disloyal people.

Infighting would destroy the Ravager group and mean one less headache for Rocket or the rest of his group to worry about, but his current location made any benefits disappear. The Ravagers were still in the ring around Rocket and Ronan, leaving them exposed to the crossfire when the shots were fired. Based off the intelligence he had seen from the various groups caught in his traps, Rocket knew that their ability to successfully hit their target was nonexistent. As soon as bullets went off, it would only be a matter of time until one was lodged into his brain.

Vainly and driven by the sheer hope to not die, Rocket attempted to get the Ravagers' minds back on him by shouting, "Hold on! There's got to be some sort of peaceful resolution here! Or even a violent resolution where I'm standing over there."

No one paid attention to his shouts. Even Yondu, currently Rocket's best chance to get out of this entire situation alive, was fully focused on the scarred Ravager that had first started the protests. Over the various yells in the group, Rocket could faintly make out Yondu starting to whistle and he could see the arrow moving slowly towards the scarred Ravager.

A gunshot rang out; its source made Rocket realize that letting Ronan and Nebula decide their respective roles might not have been his best choice. Almost the punch line of a sick joke, Yondu's expression as his fin was blown off was comically confused before he and his arrow fell to the ground. Behind him, Nebula was standing with a freshly fired pistol that Rocket knew he hadn't given to her. He was only able to glare at Nebula before he was blasted with electricity from another shot. In a matter of seconds, he was unconscious and knew no more. Only later, when he woke up on the Ravagers' ship, would he discover that Ronan had received the same treatment.

Blissfully unaware of the situation at the Milano, the group of Galaxy, Peter, Gamora, Drax, Mantis, and a freshly awoken Ego stepped out on a floating, tram-like object. At a leisurely pace, the object floated through the air to allow everyone to get a long look at Ego's planet.

The first color Galaxy noticed was red; it was carried throughout the planet as the primary color, but there were other colors as well. Galaxy quickly became overwhelmed by the bright greens, blues, yellows, and so many more colors that surrounded her and split her attention. The plant life was colorful, alien, and flourished in their surroundings next to tall, twisting objects that seemed to reach the sky. It was almost as if everything around Galaxy had no other purpose except to look splendid.

"Welcome, friends, to my world," Ego said with clear and bright pride. Unlike the pride her brother had shown towards flying the Milano, this was a pride that Galaxy couldn't fault because if she had a planet like this, she would boast about it too. Even with his pride, however, Ego was still humble about the beauty of his planet, laughing that it was about the same size as Earth's moon when Peter expressed the awe that Galaxy was feeling.

"Humility, I like it," Drax declared. "I too am extraordinarily humble."

Galaxy's usual annoyance of Drax's inane comments was absent as she basked in her surroundings. Instead of rolling her eyes, she focused on the multicolored clumps, similar to the bubbles her mom would create with a giant wand, that floated past. Reaching out, she lightly brushed one with the tip of her finger and watched as it burst into smaller, variant hues that floated through the air lazily.

She didn't know where to focus because there was just so much going on around her. Slowly, but surely, one thing captured her attention. Her eyes were pulled towards a palace sitting gracefully on the top of a mountain, their destination. As they got closer to it and Galaxy was able to see the details literally carved into it, the texture so sleek yet organic, that Galaxy couldn't help her little gasp of, "It's beautiful."

She was so transfixed that she hardly heard Ego's chuckle. Her eyes remained on the castle until the tram-like ride had arrived at its dock and the palace was looming over her. The floor was the same sleek material as Ego's craft and the palace, but when Galaxy stood on it, she found that it was almost spongy and certainly just as organic as everything else.

Not letting them linger, Ego led them until they were in front of a large fountain. Pausing, he turned to Galaxy and Peter with a proud, blinding smile. "Peter, Ariel, consider this a token of a father's pride."

Turning to the fountain, Ego waved his hands and the waters of the fountain responded. Ever since Xandar, Galaxy had known that her father, while maybe human in appearance, wasn't human. Still, she had not expected him to be able to control basic elements like water. She hardly believed her eyes, but she couldn't deny that the waters simply fell away to reveal a giant statue of herself and her brother standing side-by-side while the rest of the Guardians knelt around them as if they were worshiping them.

Still with that proud smile, Ego explained that the statue was a memorial to how his children saved the galaxy through diplomacy single-handily. When he saw Galaxy's stunned expression, he chuckled again, "I know us heroes aren't supposed to do things for glory, but when I found out that no one had done anything to celebrate your achievement I had to fix that."

If Galaxy had to pinpoint a time when her doubts started about Ego, she would decide that they truly started when she was looking up at that statue. The little inklings from before when her gut would clench ever-so-slightly, like when Gamora mentioned Ego's face when he hugged her, had gone ignored by Galaxy, but they had never disappeared. Now, they came roaring back as she stared at her face carved into a statue and truly heard Ego's words for perhaps the first time since she had been around him. In a bitter echo, she could hear the memory of her own voice bitterly saying, "Heroes aren't that great. They only protect the good and leave everyone else to fend for themselves."

She still shared those feelings that had led her to speak out against a system she saw as broken, and when she took in the statue that Ego had created, those feelings rose up in her. It made her move her gaze from the statue to look at Ego with her head slightly tilted. She hoped to see some sort of joke or laughter, a sign that he was just kidding about why he had made the statue, but there was nothing there. Surely, though, her brother felt the same way as herself even if Ego didn't. She didn't have to even look over at him because he made his feelings clear with his stunned, "It's perfect."

Doubt could be a tricky thing, and with her feelings isolating her from Peter or Ego, Galaxy started to doubt herself. She took in the statue once more and bit her bottom lip. It was a nice gesture, and she had heard rumors that just featured herself or Peter since they had held the Infinity Stone the longest. Perhaps she was just overreacting; Ego clearly meant well and its the thought that counts...right? Gamora didn't look concerned, though she was certainly irritated, and if she, with all her knowledge, wasn't concerned then why should Galaxy?

Her doubts about Ego quieted for now, she was more than happy to walk next to Peter as Ego led them up the stairs of the palace. Gamora, however, was still irritated and it showed in her voice as she all-but snapped, "You own a planet and can destroy two dozen spaceship without a suit. What are you, exactly?"

Ego gave Gamora a lazy smile as he answered, "I'm what they call a Celestial, sweetheart."

Ego didn't bother to continue after his revelation; he waited patiently, watching as the shock played out on the Guardian's and Galaxy's faces. Everyone knew the stories and myths about Celestials, even Galaxy and Peter. The widespread nature of their stories had always been explained through the tales that they had meddled in different species, sometimes traveling through time to do so. The Celestials, a race of god-like mortals, had powers so enormous mortals just couldn't understand the concept of them. Powers, however, didn't stop the Celestials from disappearing, and they were all eventually wiped out in various wars between themselves. Those that had escaped the carnage were forgotten and lost in both space and time.

Peter swallowed audibly and was barely able to say, "A Celestial. Like a...God?"

"Small 'g,' son," Ego corrected with a fond smile. "At least on the days I'm feeling as humble as Drax," he added with a burst of laughter.

While their process was certainly much slower than before, the group still followed behind Ego as he led them up the stairs to he two giant doors of his palace. With one lazy hand, Ego opened the doors to reveal a magnificent hall cloaked in a light golden color that almost shimmered in the air. When Galaxy walked in and took a tentative breath, she jerked back at the tangy taste in her mouth. Her reaction made Ego chuckle, but he didn't offer any explanation. In fact, he didn't even speak until they were near the back of the hall with diorama-like objects covering both sides.

"This form you see before you is only an extension of who I truly am."

With that statement, Ego started the explanation of his history. In that moment, Galaxy had a distinct feeling of déjà vu as the atmosphere shifted to one she faintly remembered. In the little town that she had grown up in, the Bible and Christianity in general was just one of the things you had to be involved with; of course, that meant that Galaxy, Peter, and their mother were seen as outcasts for their lack of religion too. They had gone once, and Galaxy could remember her first, and last, Sunday School. Dressed in an uncomfortable, itchy dress, Galaxy had sat on the floor with all the other girls as the teacher opened the Bible and read with the precision that came from years of reading the same words, "'In the beginning, God created the Heaven and the Earth.'"

The other girls had listened with apt attention unnatural for a four or five year old, but Galaxy had immediately been bored. She fiddled with her dress and drew lines in the carpet as she listened to the teacher say something that Galaxy just didn't believe in, and when the teacher chastised her about her behavior, Galaxy told her the distinct thought that had playing on a loop in her head, "What you're saying ain't true."

It was that same distinct thought that was running through her head currently as Ego told his story. She had more control over herself now, and she had learned from the consequences that came from her proclamation at Sunday School that informing Ego that she thought his story was bull wasn't the best idea. Her doubts, however, weren't quiet in her mind even as she watched the diorama that went along with Ego's story.

"The first thing I remember is flickering adrift in the cosmos, utterly and entirely alone. I fed on the matter around me like plankton. I grew smarter and stronger. I formed a sheathe to protect myself from the elements. I continued to build from there, layer by layer, the very planet you walk on now. I built the spires reaching up to the sky and the tunnels burrowing into its depths. But I was not to be fulfilled solely by the labor. I wanted more. I desired…meaning. There must be some life out there in the universe besides just me, I thought, and I set myself with the task of finding it. I created what I imagined biological life might be like down to the most minute detail."

"Did you make a penis?" Drax's unwanted question made Galaxy glare at him and Peter harshly inform that he should not ask those questions, but Drax just shrugged and asked, "If he's a planet, how did he make a baby with your mother? He would smash her."

"I don't need to hear about my parents…you know-"

"Why not? My father would tell me the story of impregnating my mother every Winter Solstice."

Despite the blush from Galaxy and the uncomfortable shifting from Peter, Ego informed Drax and the rest of the group that he did have a penis, it wasn't half bad either, and he also had all the other junk that went along with the human body; a response that made Galaxy want to puke, disappear, and burst into flames at the same time.

Thankfully, Ego didn't linger on the topic and continued his tale, "I wanted to experience what it truly meant to be human as I set out among the stars. I visited thousands of planets over thousands of years, one barren husk after another until I found what I sought…Life. I was not alone in this universe after all."

Looking up at the second diorama that they were on, Galaxy finally asked the question she cared about the most, "When did you meet our mother?"

Ego gave her a soft smile and a light similar to the shimmering one in the hall shined in his eyes. "Not long after."

Gently, Ego placed his hand on Galaxy's shoulder as they stopped at the third diorama for Ego's story. As it swiveled open to reveal faceless, plastic figures of a younger Ego and her mother, Galaxy felt a burning sensation in her eyes and she sniffled as she took a step forward to look up at the familiar figurine. She had almost forgotten how her mother looked, certainly, she had forgotten her mother's voice. The main things she could remember were her mother's eyes and the distinct kind sparkle in them even when she was upset. Her mother's eyes would always be the thing Galaxy remembered because they were identical to her brother's.

Her mother's eyes were such an important part of her appearance to Galaxy that it was only when they were gone that she was hit with the familiarity. "She looks like me," she breathed out, her voice hitching.

Ego stepped next to her and gave her a soft yet weighed down smile as his eyes roamed her face. "You're the spitting image of her," he agreed. "You even sound like her."

Galaxy placed a hand on her throat as she felt it tightening and the burning sensation increase in her eyes. She had a strong urge to blink, but she knew if she did, her barely held back tears would come rushing down her face. "I do?" she asked thickly.

Nodding, Ego sighed heavily, "My River Lily," he said heavily, making it clear that the name was more than just a nickname, "it was with her that I experienced love for the first time." Their was a significant pause as he stared up at the figurine of Meredith Quill, and it went unsaid that the silence that fell would only be broken by Ego. After a moment, he cleared his throat and turned his gaze onto Galaxy once more. "From that love you and Peter came."

His hand back as a soft weight on her shoulder, Galaxy hated walking away from the figurine of her mother to the final diorama that had just lit up. As soon as she saw the figurine in that diorama, however, Galaxy was just as transfixed as before. The figurine of Meredith Quill had been magnified to reveal the inside of her pregnant stomach where two fetuses sat - where her and her brother had sat.

"I searched for you two for so long. When I heard a man and a woman from Earth held an Infinity Stone in their hands without dying, I knew it must be the son and the daughter of the woman I loved."

Never before had Galaxy wanted to let go of her doubts about something, yet she was torn between the doubts towards Ego's story and the flaming desire for his story to be true. There were too many questions that were spinning around in Galaxy's mind that made the disparity between the ideas worse. Who wouldn't want to meet their father and have him proclaim his love for you? Who could actually look at their father who was saying they loved you and say that they were lying? But who could walk away from that love? How could you be a Celestial yet not even know what name your daughter goes by?

Tilting her head up so that she didn't loose the battle with her tears, Galaxy stepped out from Ego's hand and asked a question that broke the emotionally heavy atmosphere of the room, "If you loved her, why did you leave?"

So sorry this took so long! These chapters are edited quite a bit and it took a lot longer for me to finish than expected. My schedule is dying down after these next two weeks, so thankfully I'll have a lot more time to write and edit soon!

As for the actual chapter itself, I'm really proud with it. I really enjoy writing Rocket's perspective, even if it's a bit odd that he's the POV and not Ronan. I kinda felt like Galaxy and Rocket have an interesting relationship in terms of just basic character traits and how some of their aspects are parallel, such as this outsider status they have with the group, while some clash completely, such as Rocket's love for violence and Galaxy's dislike. Both still use it, but Galaxy rather not while Rocket wants to.

I also really like the doubts that Galaxy has towards Ego. I think Peter was also very doubtful of Ego, and if I ever do a Peter/OC then I'd probably delve deeper into that, but Peter's desperate want of any affection really blinded him and made him fully believe Ego. Galaxy does have her own issues, self-doubt is really big for her right now and there are more on the way, but wanting any type of affection isn't one of them. She and Peter are two people who are very similar but want very different things, and their response to Ego really highlights those different wants. If I ever have the time, it would be fun to do a one-shot/character analysis.

Nothing else to really say, so now...review time:

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