"Regarding who I am, I've never lied: my name, where I came from... I just didn't make certain things clear. But you never asked, did you? ...Come to think of it, are Star-Lord and Rocket simply too innocent, or just that thick-headed? They're way too trusting of me," Hayato said with a smile.
People like that might be easy to deceive, but Hayato did not dislike them.
Trust was a contradictory thing—both cheap and precious.
"Maybe... because sometimes, they're like big children."
Gamora gave her reason.
For someone trying to survive in the galaxy's gray zones, being like a child could hardly be considered a compliment.
Yet the corners of Gamora's lips still lifted slightly.
Sometimes they made her so angry that she trembled all over, wishing she could hold her twin swords and split each idiot's head open with one slash.
Back then, he said he liked her bare-faced appearance, but now he complained when she went out without makeup?
Hayato also found their bickering amusing, as though he were seeing the old days when he and Aburame Shishin traded barbs.
Hayato smiled. "Annoying as it may be, isn't that exactly why you stayed with the Guardians of the Galaxy? Trust..."
And love.
Though that was somewhat of a luxury for Gamora.
Gamora nodded inwardly.
Hayato was right.
But she felt a little guilty.
Because this might bring disaster upon Star-Lord and the others.
Gamora asked, "What is your purpose?"
Hayato said, "Would you believe me if I said I had none?"
Gamora gave nothing away.
Hayato continued, "Meeting you was purely a coincidence. Originally, I got into a fight with some dimensional lord called Dormammu and tore open a spatial rift. Then you happened to pass by. As for me, I was getting pretty bored staying on Earth,