[Rocket snorts.] Drax would argue all three, but that's 'cause all he cares about is honor and vengeance. So good and bad are subjective, and [and here he drops his voice an octave to imitate Drax's cadence] "What does physical appearance have to do with anything?"

[he laughs at his own impression, slapping his leg with delight.] Damn I miss that aggressively literal hunk of muscle.

[he misses all of them. he can't say that maybe a week or two trapped on that ship with them wouldn't have torn his patience to shreds, but absence makes the heart grow fonder, apparently. Gamora and Peter have both been here and gone, and that was so long ago, he can barely remember those times or how they spent them.]