Star-Lord removed his mask, glanced at the curious Drax, took out his Walkman from his bag, and handed it to him. Then he vigorously rubbed his somewhat frozen body and headed straight for the sleeping quarters.
It was far too cold outside. Until he upgraded to more advanced equipment, he would never attempt spaceflight again!
Never!
Drax looked at the Walkman in his hand, and all his admiration for Star-Lord instantly vanished.
"Such an idiot!"
Drax had thought Star-Lord had risked returning to the prison to retrieve something important. He had not expected it to be nothing more than this little trinket.
Gamora, standing nearby and staring at the Walkman in Drax's hand, was also dumbfounded.
Drax did not know it, but Gamora, who had been with Star-Lord, had personally seen him clash with the blue-skinned guards over this thing and get severely shocked.
She could not understand it. It was only an ordinary, outdated music player. Was it really worth valuing so highly? Not only had he taken a beating for it, but when they had been on the verge of successfully escaping prison, he had gone back just to retrieve it?
As Gamora stood there, utterly puzzled, Chen Mo flew up through the hatch. Seeing their expressions, he explained.
"This was a gift Star-Lord's mother gave him. To him, it is more important than anything else."
At those words, realization flashed in both their eyes, but they could not help thinking of their own families.
Drax had once had a happy family, with a beautiful wife and an adorable daughter. Yet Ronan had killed them all. From that day onward, Drax's heart had been consumed by hatred, and his life's goal had become killing Ronan to avenge his wife and daughter!
At that moment, he understood why Star-Lord