Don't believe in no-win scenarios

Rocket's face tightens a little, clenching his fingers into little fists. "He died," he says bluntly, maybe a little sharper than he intends. He's looking at Groot, though, and watching the treenager frolic on the dance floor - seeing him alive and happy - it helps, a bit.

He doesn't relax his posture, but his tone gentles a little. "Regrew him from a twig. He'll be a coupla feet taller once he's all grown up again."