Nebula's turbulent emotions

"Nebula," Cristian called out as he approached Anna whose wrists was bound. "They ran," she murmured, eyes fixed on Anna. "I wonder why," he snickered, glancing at Nebula before addressing her directly.

"Are you not supposed to rest? Stop being stubborn and listen to me!"

"I won't."

"Nebula!" Cristian hissed, cradling Anna, unaware of the flicker of jealousy that even Nebula felt, surprising herself.

An uncomfortable lump settled in her chest, a sensation she despised but couldn't shake. It controlled her emotions in this moment.

"I don't have to listen to you!"

"And I don't want you to die! You'll get yourself killed if you don't learn. You're still young," he said softly, reaching out to her.

"And you see me as a child, just like your first wife?" Nebula retorted, meeting Cristian's gaze with trembling eyes.

Cristian was about to respond when she blurred into motion, vanishing before the others arrived.