[What had he done to deserve this? He straightens in his room, leaning against the wall. Imperious, like a cat.]
I claimed my birthright. This planet belongs to me.
[The sad shaking skeleton that vaguely smells rotted and foul. The moment he says it the words don't sound as brave as they should be. He digs his nails into the mattress and manages a slightly psychotic smile but it disappears.
He buries his head in his hands.]
It belongs to me, but they all claim it's theirs, that they're free, and I want them to be safe, to be helped, freedom is...freedom is a lie it's...
[The walls shake ever so slightly and he looks afraid, pulling at the collar around his neck. It stops and he's breathing hard and heavy.]
Your identities are so complicated. Who is Bucky? What makes up Bucky?
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I claimed my birthright. This planet belongs to me.
[The sad shaking skeleton that vaguely smells rotted and foul. The moment he says it the words don't sound as brave as they should be. He digs his nails into the mattress and manages a slightly psychotic smile but it disappears.
He buries his head in his hands.]
It belongs to me, but they all claim it's theirs, that they're free, and I want them to be safe, to be helped, freedom is...freedom is a lie it's...
[The walls shake ever so slightly and he looks afraid, pulling at the collar around his neck. It stops and he's breathing hard and heavy.]
Your identities are so complicated. Who is Bucky? What makes up Bucky?