"I guess it would," Steve murmurs, because of course it would feel like they've stolen his home, given what it sounds like is going on.
Watching the way Soldat changes is... eerie, no two ways about it. So is staring into the face of James, because Steve might not really be his brother, but he knows the man like he was, has a lifetime of memories jostling around in his head, even if they feel fragile, like the closer he looks at them, the more likely they are to crumble away.
He doesn't flinch when James - because yeah, that is James - reaches out; he leans into the touch, even if his expression goes guilty and sympathetic, and he shakes his head. "I'm - sorry," he says, quietly. "I'm not him. I - kinda wish I was." Because they'd been family, and things had been good, and it's a life he'll never have, and it's a life he misses already. "But you can trust us. We want to help. Maybe your brother is really here, somewhere - I don't know," he has to admit. "Isn't the truth better, though, than lies?"
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Watching the way Soldat changes is... eerie, no two ways about it. So is staring into the face of James, because Steve might not really be his brother, but he knows the man like he was, has a lifetime of memories jostling around in his head, even if they feel fragile, like the closer he looks at them, the more likely they are to crumble away.
He doesn't flinch when James - because yeah, that is James - reaches out; he leans into the touch, even if his expression goes guilty and sympathetic, and he shakes his head. "I'm - sorry," he says, quietly. "I'm not him. I - kinda wish I was." Because they'd been family, and things had been good, and it's a life he'll never have, and it's a life he misses already. "But you can trust us. We want to help. Maybe your brother is really here, somewhere - I don't know," he has to admit. "Isn't the truth better, though, than lies?"