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[He probably should have done this as text. But he started the video, and he doesn't feel like changing it now.

Bucky's hunched over, clearly sitting in the middle of his apartment floor, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his head, his hair hanging in his face. He's curled in on himself, and his eyes are red-rimmed.

He looks awful.]

Steve is gone. I. I looked everywhere. For days. But he's gone.

[Angrily, he pulls his sleeve across his eyes and shakes his head.]

I can't... I don't... I don't know what to do without him.

[He sinks in on himself.]

I can't stay here. But there's no way out. What am I supposed to do?

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[unitas]

They're not useless, they're just shitty... a lot of the time. [ They say the heart works in mysterious ways, but Sharon calls bullshit: it's no mystery how it works, it's just a dick. ]

But they can be useful. They can drive us to work harder, be stronger. Without them, I think we lose all that's us.

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That's why they didn't want me to have them. [He mumbles it, so it's only just barely understandable.] They didn't want me to be. A person. Maybe they had the right idea.

[unitas]

[ She does not like the mention of a They. They. That ominous word to refer to a group of mysterious bastards, that's what it always is in conversations like this. She frowns. ] But you are a person. It's not something that can be beaten or tortured or burned out of you; it can just be locked up behind a cage that can never ever contain it, not entirely.

And anyone that does that to you, locks up your thoughts and feelings in a cage, is your enemy.