[ He sucks in a long, low breath, and turns his eyes skyward. Only the slight watery sheen of his real eye gives him away, but the clouds rolling in now are looking progressively grayer.
It's a long moment before he answers, ]
...I think I've stopped giving a damn what Fate wills.
[ Adding, with a strange detachedness, ] I should probably be very angry.
[ At destiny, at Thanos, at himself? About the death of half of the universe? About surviving? Who knows, he doesn't know. He's working on that, maybe. ]
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It's a long moment before he answers, ]
...I think I've stopped giving a damn what Fate wills.
[ Adding, with a strange detachedness, ] I should probably be very angry.
[ At destiny, at Thanos, at himself? About the death of half of the universe? About surviving? Who knows, he doesn't know. He's working on that, maybe. ]