"We need a new spirit of tolerance to get through this crisis together. We can talk about the future later. I hope we can be friends today. I hope everyone can let go of their prejudices and find a way out together." Could Daisy possibly shake hands and make peace with Thanos? Not even if she were beaten to death—but that was exactly what she said.
Adam looked terrible. He needed to return to the Soul World to recuperate. After staying in this haunted house for three days, his injuries had not worsened, but neither had they improved.
He wanted to give a positive response, but Daisy's choice of words grated on him. Hadn't the trial already ended? Was it still ongoing?
Daisy had thought of that two days ago. A trial was not something that lasted for a moment, but for a lifetime.
You couldn't say friends were important today and pick them up, then say they were unimportant tomorrow and toss them beyond the clouds. That would not do!
Every choice had to be carried for the rest of their lives. The broad, level road at the beginning would inevitably become a narrow trail under the weight of everything they bore, perhaps even leaving no road at all, forcing them to hack through thorns and brambles to move forward.
No matter what the road looked like, Daisy was at least living by this principle. She tried to hold her own actions to a higher standard, and that made Adam very uncomfortable.
He did not say a word, as though he had not heard her.
Thanos sensed something was off. Was there some hidden information in their conversation that he did not know about?
He had long since had enough of this place. Temporarily joining forces to survive the