There had been a difference between the violence that Yondu was raised around, the killing machine the Kree made him, and what he did. He knew that now. He'd feared becoming a slave again so much that he hadn't cared about avoiding it again.
"Yeah.... yeah I heard Stakar talkin' about me. He cared again. Talked about me in holovids like I was somethin' good but... Yeah, this ain't about that. Most of the people here, if they knew I'd sold people for any reason, especially kids, they'd have taken it outa my hide. But I'm givin' it to you 'cause you still see shades of gray."
He huffs, crosses his arms, and looks tired.
"Never thought I'd have a group like them again, but you, Soldat, Crowley, Koumyou, Bulma..." They made him feel it again. And goddamn did it hurt that he couldn't be there for him. This was it. He had his little group of hardass parents.
... "You just have to find the right people who will accept it. And who push you to be better." Like Vegeta had managed to find. Despite all he had done to them, or had wanted to do. Despite all he had done to others. For what his people had done to their universe. It didn't undo what he had done in the past, but they all pushed him to want to be better.
"And if you can't get it back in your world, you have a chance to here." A pause, a long pause, he silently struggling with his next words, both not wanting to come out and say them, and realizing how important they were. Did he really have to say it? Couldn't Yondu just know and assume it? ...ughhh, "I don't care what you've done in the past." There, that's the closest he's going to get with that. It's as far as Vegeta can take it.
But also refusing to look in Yondu's direction even after getting it out.
Instead, "Just hurry up and get this whole transport thing working like you talked about in the past. Don't mess around and waste time." Aka, you better show up some time soon in his universe, Yondu.
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"Yeah.... yeah I heard Stakar talkin' about me. He cared again. Talked about me in holovids like I was somethin' good but... Yeah, this ain't about that. Most of the people here, if they knew I'd sold people for any reason, especially kids, they'd have taken it outa my hide. But I'm givin' it to you 'cause you still see shades of gray."
He huffs, crosses his arms, and looks tired.
"Never thought I'd have a group like them again, but you, Soldat, Crowley, Koumyou, Bulma..." They made him feel it again. And goddamn did it hurt that he couldn't be there for him. This was it. He had his little group of hardass parents.
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"And if you can't get it back in your world, you have a chance to here." A pause, a long pause, he silently struggling with his next words, both not wanting to come out and say them, and realizing how important they were. Did he really have to say it? Couldn't Yondu just know and assume it? ...ughhh, "I don't care what you've done in the past." There, that's the closest he's going to get with that. It's as far as Vegeta can take it.
But also refusing to look in Yondu's direction even after getting it out.
Instead, "Just hurry up and get this whole transport thing working like you talked about in the past. Don't mess around and waste time." Aka, you better show up some time soon in his universe, Yondu.