[Even plants? That strikes Alexei as so incredibly senseless, because what did plants ever do to anyone? It leaves him speechless- a situation that always comes rare for him. The thought of such a barren world and the chaos it would cause is chilling. His lips press into a thin line and he sets the glass down on the table. When words finally do come to him, they form some very typical questions.]
[ Natasha debates for a moment, but decides to tell him the truth, regardless. She doesn't need to protect him. That's not her job. ]
He was an idealist. He didn't care who or what he had to sacrifice to achieve what he thought was the greater good. [ A beat, because at least in this way, there was a difference. ] The deaths were the point, for Thanos. He thought it would make things better for the survivors, if there was more space.
[ She fills her glass. ] He was an idiot. [ She tosses the drink back, welcoming the sting. Fucker. ] But a powerful one.
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What is the point? Why take away that much?
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He was an idealist. He didn't care who or what he had to sacrifice to achieve what he thought was the greater good. [ A beat, because at least in this way, there was a difference. ] The deaths were the point, for Thanos. He thought it would make things better for the survivors, if there was more space.
[ She fills her glass. ] He was an idiot. [ She tosses the drink back, welcoming the sting. Fucker. ] But a powerful one.