[ For a moment, Nebula doesn't say anything. She stews, perhaps, because she doesn't disagree. After all, wasn't her whole thing ensuring the children after her wouldn't have to deal with her father? To have a home? ]

[ Even here, she had already decided she would die before letting Zenith win. To not know those children would have a home of some kind, because she has to trust that Drax and the others would make sure it happened should she die. ]

[ Chances him a look. ]

I'm not like you.

[ Immediate, defensive, and something thick in it - Maybe she's lying to herself, or maybe she doesn't want to consider it. She tilts her head and moves forward to gesture for some of the food. ]

That's because no one has taught them not to eavesdrop. [ Grumbled, ] I will help, because otherwise they will swarm you.

[ This is her experience.. .this is how she feels about kids. ]