She doesn’t doubt that—she knows war is awful, that it takes and takes. She’s heard stories, ones no lady should ever hear, eavesdropping on her father and later her brothers. War is not kind. War is brutal, cold, senseless. She knows that, though she’s never lived it.
Bucky is not those things.
A lapse of silence, just their breathing to break it, before she reaches to place a hand on his. Flesh over metal. Steadily, she says: ]
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She doesn’t doubt that—she knows war is awful, that it takes and takes. She’s heard stories, ones no lady should ever hear, eavesdropping on her father and later her brothers. War is not kind. War is brutal, cold, senseless. She knows that, though she’s never lived it.
Bucky is not those things.
A lapse of silence, just their breathing to break it, before she reaches to place a hand on his. Flesh over metal. Steadily, she says: ]
I forgive you, James.