Thanks. I promise, most conversations with me don't usually go this way.

[ The moment the whiskey touches his lips, Peter needs to stop himself from letting out a sob at the absurd familiarity of it. It's not a bad whiskey, but it's not great either, it's just the brand Yondu liked best. It leaves your throat burning and eyes stinging at the corners if you drink too much, but the aftertaste is pleasant enough, and the next day hangover is minimal. Peter takes a long sip without a second thought. ]

True, but some people are handed really shitty options to chose from. Gamora, Nebula...my world wasn't kind to them, and to many others who suffered and died at the hands of deranged murderers like Thanos. Ego is one of those, by the way. Deranged and murderous. Tried to destroy the whole galaxy and leave only himself alive. He got a fitting name, don't you think? Pretty sure he named himself.

[ Peter pauses, and it's not as if he's doing it for effect, he's just taking a moment to entertain the notion that perhaps the Celestial doesn't exist at all in T'Challa's universe. Wouldn't that be lovely? ]

He was my father.