[There is another long pause there. If the man could see him he would know that Bucky was hit by something. Not physically, but something of a memory. Joining the army. A punk kid getting beat and not backing down. That kid sitting bloodied on a --wait. No. The memories didn't link, but they seemed to be memories all the same.]
[There was a faint growl as he rubbed his face at that. It was frustrating, but things were coming to him more and more in this place. Perhaps this is why he stayed here. To remember again.] You still don't know how to keep quiet. [Take that as you will. A memory or a comment in return.]
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[There was a faint growl as he rubbed his face at that. It was frustrating, but things were coming to him more and more in this place. Perhaps this is why he stayed here. To remember again.] You still don't know how to keep quiet. [Take that as you will. A memory or a comment in return.]
And if I don't?