That was the Laira he remembered - the Laira he wanted to remember, not the Red Lantern she'd become.
Until now, the last memory he'd had of her had been of the latter. This was better. This was the image of her he wanted to hold onto. If nothing else came of this entire venture, at least there was that.
(Except something else had better come of this venture, or he wouldn't have long to hold onto that memory before they were all Galactus food.)
He gave himself a few seconds, but only a few. No matter how many gut punches this place had to throw at them, they didn't have the time to indulge themselves for any more than that, and so he glanced over to Vance, then to the door down the hall. "Looks like that's our invitation."
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Until now, the last memory he'd had of her had been of the latter. This was better. This was the image of her he wanted to hold onto. If nothing else came of this entire venture, at least there was that.
(Except something else had better come of this venture, or he wouldn't have long to hold onto that memory before they were all Galactus food.)
He gave himself a few seconds, but only a few. No matter how many gut punches this place had to throw at them, they didn't have the time to indulge themselves for any more than that, and so he glanced over to Vance, then to the door down the hall. "Looks like that's our invitation."