[good question. Blue's gaze drops, heavy-lidded. faintly, he glows for a moment.]
No, he...he isn't near...
[after a beat, he lifts his head, the glow fading.] But Peter...Peter Quill? I can feel his presence not far. [he turns his gaze, nodding in the direction.] That way.
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No, he...he isn't near...
[after a beat, he lifts his head, the glow fading.] But Peter...Peter Quill? I can feel his presence not far. [he turns his gaze, nodding in the direction.] That way.