"Look, i know this is confusing.."

Vers - Carol - huffs, a mixture of sympathy and, frankly, slight impatience, to her features. Though, mostly, she can't help but feel bad for you.

Truthfully, all of this is completely confusing for her. She's not who you think she is. At least, she doesn't think so. Sure, a part of her feels like it's missing, a hollow hole she's afraid she won't fill, but she can get through anything..

Kree shouldn't have emotions anyway. They're a weakness. And damn you for suddenly being the greatest one she has. The moment she stepped foot onto C-53 something felt so.. familiar.

So did that look on your face when she first met you again. And the layout of your home - she can still feel the lingering ghost of old footsteps. It's all a life she can't remember, and God knows how hard she's trying to get it back,

Not just to end wars, or for Mar-Vell. No, a guilty part of her that she won't admit to, a selfish need to be fed memories of her past in hopes something just clicks. That's what she's searching for. Desperate for you to just give her a inch.

Anything to know what she was like. Who she should be, or maybe shouldn't be?? She still doesn't know. She didn't even know her own name until now, and she's sick of walking around with a heavy chest after six years.

She just needs answers. A tut falls from her lips, rich, espresso eyes flicking down before back up to you, contemplating with a waver,

"And i know this must be hard for you. But if i could just piece together what happened that day—"