[If it's something he should know, it's been burned out of him, smashed with the rest of his mind on HYDRA's floor.
The question drives into him like a spear, and he's left staring down at his gun, unable to find the words to describe... he doesn't even know where he was.
Pain. Forgetting. Purpose.
It hurt and it was a nightmare but he was useful. He had a mission and he carried it out.
Except that final time, when he didn't. Here... the lack of direction, the absence of orders and handlers and consistency is starting to wear on him, and he doesn't know how long it will be until something tears or breaks.
But there was a question.
He swallows hard and shakes his head. It's not a question he can really answer.]
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The question drives into him like a spear, and he's left staring down at his gun, unable to find the words to describe... he doesn't even know where he was.
Pain. Forgetting. Purpose.
It hurt and it was a nightmare but he was useful. He had a mission and he carried it out.
Except that final time, when he didn't. Here... the lack of direction, the absence of orders and handlers and consistency is starting to wear on him, and he doesn't know how long it will be until something tears or breaks.
But there was a question.
He swallows hard and shakes his head. It's not a question he can really answer.]