She did know.  It was why she had hated Gamora for so long.  All she wanted was a sister, someone who loved her and someone who had her back.  They were too young to realize what their father was doing to them back then, but it had left Nebula permanently altered, both in physical and emotional ways.  She looked at her companion.  They were both deeply broken, flawed people.  This wasn't going to redeem either of them, but Nebula hoped it might help her sleep at night.<br/><br/>Reluctantly, she settled into the pilot's seat and got ready as they began to lift off.  She wasn't exactly sure where he intended to go.  Getting the data from his Ravagers would take time, but she supposed any planet was better than this desolate place.   She began to touch the dials in front of her, preparing their small ship for liftoff.<br/><br/>"Animal!  Strap in!"  She yelled loudly, fairly certain that Rocket had shut off his comms and wouldn't hear her otherwise.  As they took off into the sky, she felt slightly bad about her anger.  It was a new feeling, once she had only really experienced since she worked things out with Gamora.  Prior to that, she had been a being filled with pure, unending rage.  A vessel for her father to shape and use to his own ends.<br/><br/>"He was heartbroken, you should know that.  Gamora told me that your...son struggled with your loss.  He looked for his father and he found him, only to lose him almost immediately.  When we get them back, I am sure he will be glad to find you again."  Her voice was softer now, but still possessed that same edge it always had but with something new in the mix,  as if she were halfway between growling and crying.  The sadness fell away a moment later and the bite came back.  "But I guess a hired killer is a better father, if we're comparing you to his biological parent who wanted to destroy billions of lives on other planets..."