[ His voice is hoarse as he responds, trying to catch his breath and stop crying. He succeeds only faintly, blinking rapidly to dispel the tears. ] I'm sorry, Bucky. I'm so sorry.
[ It comes out in a rasp, raw and filled with the guilt he carried inside. It was kind of strange -- his shoulders seemed even heavier now, his body tired when it shouldn't be. It was like all of it was hitting him at once, and he'd never really realized just how much sorrow and sadness and guilt he felt for the loss of his best friend.
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[ It comes out in a rasp, raw and filled with the guilt he carried inside. It was kind of strange -- his shoulders seemed even heavier now, his body tired when it shouldn't be. It was like all of it was hitting him at once, and he'd never really realized just how much sorrow and sadness and guilt he felt for the loss of his best friend.
Until now. ]