"Because then I wouldn't be me!" James burst out, glaring at him. The anger was a thin and not very effective veneer over anguish and doubt. "I'd be him. Bucky. And yeah, maybe he deserves better, maybe I do, but I'm me and I want to stay me! You know that, you know that's why I avoid Steve, because he'd want to turn me back into Bucky."
His chest was heaving with emotion, great gasps for air, and his shivering had nothing to do with cold. He didn't cry anymore, wasn't sure it was something he was still capable of, but his eyes burned with the dryness.
"I want to be here, now, doing this. As me. With you. That means he has to die. To avoid that, for him to live, I'd have to die."
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Date: 2016-06-04 05:09 am (UTC)His chest was heaving with emotion, great gasps for air, and his shivering had nothing to do with cold. He didn't cry anymore, wasn't sure it was something he was still capable of, but his eyes burned with the dryness.
"I want to be here, now, doing this. As me. With you. That means he has to die. To avoid that, for him to live, I'd have to die."