It's brutally honest, and Yondu appreciates that. His expression is it's normal gloss of vaguely unhappy, but that's the case of his resting bitch face rather than judgement. He's just listening, appreciating that the man next to him is admitting his mistakes. And he knows that they were mistakes.
"I know it ain't blood, but I wanna see if I can see anything of myself in 'im. I could see it in Quill. When he was gettin' up in folks faces, backtalkin' 'em. Had no shame in who he sassed at. For all the hell those years were, I wouldn't trade that. So if another me that made one single change found this boy... I wonder what I taught 'im that stuck."
An adopted child is no less a child, right? They carry a bit of you. Not just something you teach like a mentor, but mannerisms and fondnesses. They take your presence. It sounds a lot like Vegeta took too long to see Trunks as a continuation of the best of him and instead just saw him as another rival. At least that's Yondu's read on a very sad state of affairs.
But that Trunks dies? That's heart-breaking.
"Might not be the case no more. All the worlds had time pass with people down. I mean, you mighta heard already, but things are gonna go differ'nt. So his future might still be up in the air. Could be what he makes of it." At least he hopes so. Trunks is a good egg, and even if it took Vegeta a while to see it, considering how he was raised? Well, Yondu just figures Vegeta is a little like him. Doing the best with what he knew.
He pours himself some more rum, adds some soda to it, and sinks down into the seat to watch blandly as an alien creature bursts from the infected man's back, breaking through some of the important wires in the lab. There are a lot of mistakes being made on the part of the fake crew and that's difficult to watch. Especially as they're not quick enough to catch it before it slips into the vents. Not one goddamn guard on duty, and none of the scientists properly taught to shoot as there weren't even weapons in the lab at all, you know, where they were studying hostile organisms. Could at least use a taser of some sort.
It's just a moment that he lets himself get distracted, dulling down any chance for a flood of emotion. "I don't wanna mess it all up again. I don't expect to be forgiven twice in a row."
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"I know it ain't blood, but I wanna see if I can see anything of myself in 'im. I could see it in Quill. When he was gettin' up in folks faces, backtalkin' 'em. Had no shame in who he sassed at. For all the hell those years were, I wouldn't trade that. So if another me that made one single change found this boy... I wonder what I taught 'im that stuck."
An adopted child is no less a child, right? They carry a bit of you. Not just something you teach like a mentor, but mannerisms and fondnesses. They take your presence. It sounds a lot like Vegeta took too long to see Trunks as a continuation of the best of him and instead just saw him as another rival. At least that's Yondu's read on a very sad state of affairs.
But that Trunks dies? That's heart-breaking.
"Might not be the case no more. All the worlds had time pass with people down. I mean, you mighta heard already, but things are gonna go differ'nt. So his future might still be up in the air. Could be what he makes of it." At least he hopes so. Trunks is a good egg, and even if it took Vegeta a while to see it, considering how he was raised? Well, Yondu just figures Vegeta is a little like him. Doing the best with what he knew.
He pours himself some more rum, adds some soda to it, and sinks down into the seat to watch blandly as an alien creature bursts from the infected man's back, breaking through some of the important wires in the lab. There are a lot of mistakes being made on the part of the fake crew and that's difficult to watch. Especially as they're not quick enough to catch it before it slips into the vents. Not one goddamn guard on duty, and none of the scientists properly taught to shoot as there weren't even weapons in the lab at all, you know, where they were studying hostile organisms. Could at least use a taser of some sort.
It's just a moment that he lets himself get distracted, dulling down any chance for a flood of emotion. "I don't wanna mess it all up again. I don't expect to be forgiven twice in a row."