Nebula was actually rather pitiful.
In fact, Nebula had not originally been an artificial robot. At the beginning, she, like Gamora, had been a living being with flesh and blood.
But Thanos had long since been corrupted by the whispers of Death, and his twisted, perverse desires had become impossible to resist.
When Gamora and Nebula were young, Thanos enjoyed watching them fight each other. It was not a simple fight without conditions, either. The loser would have one body part removed.
Nebula had lost miserably.
She had become what she was now—neither human nor machine. After enduring such prolonged torture, she even seemed to have developed some kind of disorder.
The next second.
Lake turned around and looked at Nebula.
With a swish.
Gamora directly stepped in front of Nebula, eyeing Lake warily.
Lake raised an eyebrow. "All right. Looks like you two have reconciled."
Gamora took a deep breath. "What exactly are you trying to do? Ego may be your and Peter's father, but you aren't sons to Ego. Look at the bones in front of us. Whose do you think they are?"
The corners of Lake's mouth lifted. "I have a father. His name is Thaddeus E. Ross!"
Gamora frowned.
Lake walked straight past Gamora and looked at Nebula with a smile. "It must be painful to wear a body like that—an artificial body that Thanos can control at any moment."
Nebula said nothing.
Lake extended his right hand. As Gamora once again moved like a mother hen protecting her chicks, his hand rose into the air, gently plucking at the air like an elegant pianist.
Then.
Under the astonished gazes of Gamora and Nebula, a body—a vivid, lifelike body—slowly began to take shape, starting with its veins, then its bones, and finally its flesh.
This time,