You don't have to apologize to me, James. You never did. Not for anything.
[Her voice is soft as she shakes her head, watches him, her gaze steady and serious. She wasn't sure what he was thinking - he'd never been so easy to read and Bucky was just enough different to throw her off even further. Then again, everything she'd just told him... that was a lot to take in. A lot to even believe, considering he'd known her so short a time. Had little reason to trust she was telling him the truth. She meets his gaze, her expression calm, because she hadn't told him this for him to feel guilty, even though she knew he would. Still, she tries to explain that part a little more clearly for him.]
I don't want your apologies. I didn't tell you this so you could blame yourself for things that haven't happened yet, and that you had no choice in. You followed orders, but you weren't like them. Before I met you... I followed orders and I was. I didn't know anything differently, didn't think for myself. I only obeyed. They'd made me a weapon and I was one of the best. You... you changed that. You taught me to think. To reason. To feel.
I know this is a horrible fate for you to contemplate. Completely different than everything you struggled and fought for, believed in. I didn't want to tell you for precisely that reason. But I don't want your apologies, James, because if it weren't for you... I wouldn't be alive right now. I might never have been alive, never been more than a weapon aimed at a world I've come to love. I owe you... everything.
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[Her voice is soft as she shakes her head, watches him, her gaze steady and serious. She wasn't sure what he was thinking - he'd never been so easy to read and Bucky was just enough different to throw her off even further. Then again, everything she'd just told him... that was a lot to take in. A lot to even believe, considering he'd known her so short a time. Had little reason to trust she was telling him the truth. She meets his gaze, her expression calm, because she hadn't told him this for him to feel guilty, even though she knew he would. Still, she tries to explain that part a little more clearly for him.]
I don't want your apologies. I didn't tell you this so you could blame yourself for things that haven't happened yet, and that you had no choice in. You followed orders, but you weren't like them. Before I met you... I followed orders and I was. I didn't know anything differently, didn't think for myself. I only obeyed. They'd made me a weapon and I was one of the best. You... you changed that. You taught me to think. To reason. To feel.
I know this is a horrible fate for you to contemplate. Completely different than everything you struggled and fought for, believed in. I didn't want to tell you for precisely that reason. But I don't want your apologies, James, because if it weren't for you... I wouldn't be alive right now. I might never have been alive, never been more than a weapon aimed at a world I've come to love. I owe you... everything.