My friends. My dear friends.
What are we to do if we die?
Will we run free in the field of grass?
Will we smile and laugh while telling jokes?
You've only been my friends for a short while. But I am thankful for meeting you. I am grateful for living this life full of love and care.
It is time for me to be reborn into a new life.
I will protect you with my life. My limbs and my heart will not be in vain. For they will be given to you as a gift.
Hopefully a gift that will love in your hearts.
When we are reborn, can we do this again?
Be adventurous. Be bold. Be caring. Be good. Be bad. Anything.
I want to be with you again.
As the ship explodes around my pod, I will give you my life. In return, you must live yours.
"No...Groot...you'll die..."
My dear raccoon friend, I will not die. I will continue in your hearts. My allusiveness and my bravery. My heart and my soul.
I....No.
"We...are...groot."
We are friends. We are family. We are different. We are us.
We are fighters.
Push on, my friends.
I will see you soon.
Goodbye...
My friends.