( Let's just talk you and me then. The laugh that escapes him is ludicrous, bitter, absurd, cynical. His eyes roll to the sky, and he paces away a few steps like an agitated, caged cat.
It's not who we've been. He turns at that, leveling Steve with a hard look. )
And who have we been, Steve? Huh? 'Cause I don't know. I thought I did, but how the hell am I supposed to know who we are when I don't even know who I am?
( It's snarled, demanding, a little feral. His own hand thumps against his chest emphatically, and honest to god he's not wholly sure what he's even asking anymore. Knows it's something, he's just not sure what he's asking makes sense, that it articulates what he wants.
Hell, he's not even totally sure what that is, either. Just that he rolling, and angry, and feeling some kind of unnamable injustice deep down in his core like a plucked string. )
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It's not who we've been. He turns at that, leveling Steve with a hard look. )
And who have we been, Steve? Huh? 'Cause I don't know. I thought I did, but how the hell am I supposed to know who we are when I don't even know who I am?
( It's snarled, demanding, a little feral. His own hand thumps against his chest emphatically, and honest to god he's not wholly sure what he's even asking anymore. Knows it's something, he's just not sure what he's asking makes sense, that it articulates what he wants.
Hell, he's not even totally sure what that is, either. Just that he rolling, and angry, and feeling some kind of unnamable injustice deep down in his core like a plucked string. )