...It occurs to him what he's been saying. Emporio stills, quiet for a moment.
"It... ...it doesn't matter, now. They're..."
The boy blinks as Yondu picks up a rock. He almost says 'like what I did', but he holds his tongue. That much at least, he knows won't help. But...
"...He was called 'Enrico Pucci'," he says quietly, wiping at his tears. "...I... ...I can't even say 'their plan won't work', because what if they haven't thought of it yet in another world, or if it's a different one... ...But..."
It's a good thing that, despite their lack of knowledge, it can reach the ones who died.
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"It... ...it doesn't matter, now. They're..."
The boy blinks as Yondu picks up a rock. He almost says 'like what I did', but he holds his tongue. That much at least, he knows won't help. But...
"...He was called 'Enrico Pucci'," he says quietly, wiping at his tears. "...I... ...I can't even say 'their plan won't work', because what if they haven't thought of it yet in another world, or if it's a different one... ...But..."
It's a good thing that, despite their lack of knowledge, it can reach the ones who died.