Chapter Twenty-Four
Being alone gave (Y/N) time to think. Time to digest. Time to imagine how she could possibly build Titan from the ground up all over again now that she had not a worry in the world. The beast was dead. Her disease was cured. But something still felt heavy on her shoulders. It's likely she felt like she was being suffocated and squeezed to death due to the immense pain in her hand. However, she couldn't help but think that something else was amiss. She began to think that Thanos' death was too easy. He'd died without even a small fight. Stinging words and a large ego filled his final moments instead of trying to defend himself in combat. Did he do it on purpose? Oh, come on, (Y/N). That's ridiculous. Why would he voluntarily succumb to death? Suddenly snapping the confused woman ou
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