"He is not any better," said Mantis, feeling Drax.
"What I wanna know," began Quill, "is why the hell Rocket did this?"
"I am Groot," said Groot, in a sad and unenthusiastic tone.
"He's right!" exclaimed Gamora. "The bite! What if it's gotten to him?"
"We're idiots!" shouted Quill. "I should have known he wasn't alright. He lies about how he feels, like 24/7."
Rocket stood in his cabin. He sobbed and sobbed, knowing his actions could not be undone. Why must life be so cruel?
The raccoon was disillusioned with who he was as a whole. He wasn't a monster. But he wasn't a hero. What was he?
"I can't take it anymore!" shouted Rocket through gritted teeth, kicking his bed and going over to his gun. He was going to end it. Here and now.
The cybernetic woodland creature loaded his massive blaster, and he aimed straight at his face.
But he couldn't.
"You just gonna give up like that, boy?"
Rocket looked around, dropping his gun. He didn't believe his ears.
Yondu Udonta stood before him.
"No. No, you're dead!"
"Boy, you don't learn, do ya? Just like me. Listen up, hard ass. If I were you, I wouldn't be here mopin' and wallowin' in pity. And killin' yourself? Shit, you must've-"
"SHUT UP!" screamed Rocket. "You're dead! I'm goin' crazy! Batshit crazy!"
Yondu nodded.
"Maybe you are. Maybe you're fulla shit. Hell, maybe I am, but that ain't no damn excuse to end your life. There's good in you, boy. You just ain't seein' it."
With that, the blue figure disappeared once more. Along with what remained of Rocket's humanity.
Drax was going to die. They all knew it. He'd lost so much blood already. The last thing he wanted was to say his farewell to Rocket.
They all went and looked for him. He wasn't in his bunker. He wasn't in the control room. He wasn't even in the front of the ship, his favorite area.
Yelling and whistling was heard from Kraglin's bunker. They all looked at one another and assumed the worst.