[Rocket's gaze flicks between child and amalgamate for a few seconds, unsure of what to think or whether he cares all that much about any of this. he's small and borderline helpless compared to what he's used to.
and the encroaching dread at the back of his mind is threatening to fully consume him and leave him a panicky mess. he shakes his head, as if trying to brush it away.] I gotta get out of here...
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and the encroaching dread at the back of his mind is threatening to fully consume him and leave him a panicky mess. he shakes his head, as if trying to brush it away.] I gotta get out of here...