Enduring's the same as dying, when they don't let you go. Try fighting someday. [ Andyr snorts, memories of talks with Miray and all the other Mice that thought they were doing something noble in accepting their station clouding up his head. he'd registered what bucky said - something in the water - and while he's slow in crawling himself up, he's at least doing it, and pushing at the soaked pants from hapsburg, sliding them off his hips to get the water off his body as he goes. andyr knows, in a far away sense, what he needs to do, and he's pushing his body to do it despite his mind's unwillingness to follow through. something he's always done.
at the same time, he knows, in that distant sense, that this is steve's friend, not one of his naive minded clones, but that part he's less concerned about keeping his mind present with. either way, he isn't worried about stripping down in front of him, not that he'd be that worried about most. how many strangers had he been completely bare in front of by now? it at least gets the majority of the water off his person, enough that some of that defiant anger filters back to him, having him grind out an answer - ] I made me.
[ hapsburg would probably like to say they'd made him into the savage wraith of a person he is now, and andyr's sure they let that belief circulate, for the sake of growing their repute. but at least, if nothing else, andyr knows he can claim he ruined himself to hurt them, not the other way around. ] I'm the one they bleed out, to make things like you.
[ not you, because this is 'bucky barnes', not a KN2, not one of his clones. he likely won't understand andyr's meaning by it, but he's too out of it to be more clear than that, at the moment, dragging himself over to the pile of still dray, clean thermals off to the side to pull on, with the towel wrapped around his hips. ]
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at the same time, he knows, in that distant sense, that this is steve's friend, not one of his naive minded clones, but that part he's less concerned about keeping his mind present with. either way, he isn't worried about stripping down in front of him, not that he'd be that worried about most. how many strangers had he been completely bare in front of by now? it at least gets the majority of the water off his person, enough that some of that defiant anger filters back to him, having him grind out an answer - ] I made me.
[ hapsburg would probably like to say they'd made him into the savage wraith of a person he is now, and andyr's sure they let that belief circulate, for the sake of growing their repute. but at least, if nothing else, andyr knows he can claim he ruined himself to hurt them, not the other way around. ] I'm the one they bleed out, to make things like you.
[ not you, because this is 'bucky barnes', not a KN2, not one of his clones. he likely won't understand andyr's meaning by it, but he's too out of it to be more clear than that, at the moment, dragging himself over to the pile of still dray, clean thermals off to the side to pull on, with the towel wrapped around his hips. ]