[Ronan's circling the debris the way a vulture circles a carcass. His hyper-alert mind jumps from memory to memory, trying to place this specific piece of garbage on some specific part of the ship he might have been through, back when it was still in the sky.]
Just think...
[There's a sick, wicked little smile spreading over his lips.]
We were ten seconds away from having our guts shredded by something like this.
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Just think...
[There's a sick, wicked little smile spreading over his lips.]
We were ten seconds away from having our guts shredded by something like this.