I float beside you, distant even in proximity. I had surged ahead to escape the weight of your presence - of all of you. Galactus will not be pleased. You should not have followed me here.

Still, you catch up, leaving your team behind, gliding in silence beside me. I feel the question rising in you, the one you’ve carried since Earth, when I declared myself his herald, when I warned your world of its fate. Before I left, I said something in my language. I glance at you, my voice quiet but unyielding.

"Die with yours... That’s what I said, in my native language. Back on Earth. I knew you would ask."