[Kamala stills. She didn't mean to let that slip. The survivors seem to have a collective deal to never talk about it. If they don't talk about the Blip, they don't have to deal with the horrors of that day and the ones that followed.

Because it was terrible. How could it not be? It's easier to pretend it never happened while surrounded by their loved ones.

For a long minute, it seems like Kamala might not answer the question. She barely moves, staring straight ahead like somewhere in the distance there was something she just had to see. She does finally answer, clinical and weirdly detached. She sounds like she's reading a book report instead of talking about the broken world she grew up in.] When I was eleven, the world ended. Or at least got pretty close. There was an alien named Thanos who decided that the galaxy would be a better place if half of all life ended. He'd been trying to kill people on Earth for a while actually. The first time I was like three or four. The Avengers were always able to stop him until that day.

He killed exactly half of all life in minutes. One second someone was there and the next they turned to ash. It was random; like that made it better somehow. Nothing personal, right? Half of you just need to stop existing because I said so.

[Her lips twitch. It's a bad joke, but she feels like she should lighten the mood somehow.] I survived. So did my parents, brother, and best friends. I was one of the lucky ones, but that didn't make it any easier. Pretty much all of us saw people die that day. It was a weekday afternoon. We were at school and Abu was at work. Everything just fell apart. It stayed that way for years.

But, the Avengers fixed it. They found a way to bring back everyone Thanos killed with the infinity stones. I guess I just don't get how they can be focused on something so stupid after we got this huge miracle handed to us. It hasn't been that long since we got them back.