Bucky chuckles, though admittedly that distracts him for just a second. "I've got a good teacher. She lets me cheat."

He lets her have her moment, and he's silent after it too. If he's honest, he doesn't know how he feels about this. Logically, it's sound. It was the best choice they could have made. But when he thinks about a bomb, about that much death, it's just cultist bodies in the place of countless others. It's bombed out buildings and pits full of decay, and the smell of flesh burning. It's not the same at all, but that's his only frame of reference. He doesn't know how any of them made this choice because he's not sure he'd have been strong enough to do it.

There's a moment of silence again after she speaks, before he asks, "Are you telling me, or telling yourself?"