[The words rattle around in the Soldier's head. Memories of snow, of staring up at the sky, at the plume of smoke disappearing. His chest heaves as he remembers the weight of his broken body and then darkness. Opening eyes when someone tugs on his shoulder. Steve. Must be Steve. But it's not. No, let go, Steve will come back, Steve won't leave him behind. Steve won't-
The Soldier furiously shakes his head, breaking eye contact and focusing on the blood rising through his fingers. The prisoner's blood. Don't let him die.
But he doesn't know if he can deal with this, whatever this is.]
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The Soldier furiously shakes his head, breaking eye contact and focusing on the blood rising through his fingers. The prisoner's blood. Don't let him die.
But he doesn't know if he can deal with this, whatever this is.]
Who the hell are you.
[His breath comes in short clips, jaw tense.]