Everyone's State of Mind

Even Leo had completely changed their original fates.

But at least for now, everything was developing in a positive direction, wasn't it?

Quill looked up at everyone, his eyes somewhat unfocused. Ever since he was born, he had only had his mother by his side.

Until he was seven, when he lost his only family. The only thing left in his hands was the small gift his mother had given him before she died.

And then there was the portable music player he had listened to countless times.

All the training, suffering, pursuit, and retaliation he had endured over the years in the universe could be soothed only by those familiar songs.

Trying to get comfort from Yondu would be no better than hoping money would fall from the sky.

But from merely surviving at the beginning to eventually owning his own Milan, Quill himself had begun to feel lost.

In this world filled with aliens, he could no longer find a goal worth striving toward.

With no pressure to survive and no one by his side, Quill seemed to be drifting through his days in a daze.

He was living the same kind of life as most people in the universe.

The difference was that Quill did not want to return to Earth, while among the aliens, he could not even find a single member of his own race. What else could he possibly talk about?

Quill had thought about finding new companions, but among the bastards he had been exposed to since childhood, he truly had no desire to associate with any of them.

Finding a few like-minded partners who were also capable enough was simply too difficult.

But this time, Quill had encountered them.

He had encountered Leo's group—people who could truly be called companions.

Rocket, Gamora,