[Rumlow's body language shifted from hunkering down as if hiding a bit to lifting his head to regard the Soldier across from him with a mix of sympathy and understanding. It was amazing what they would do for orders. Sometimes he wondered about it, even if he knew that he was an extreme case. He would take his order and fulfill them no matter the cost. It was odd to find the Winter Soldier opening up to him of all people.
He supposed disclosing an honest story of personal loss was a good way to break that kind of ice. Two old soldiers recalling some of the terrible atrocities that they had committed. The difference was that he had a choice.]
That's... an interesting choice of words. "Forced" to assassinate. Were they orders that you disagreed with? The worst thing is the look on their face, isn't it? That dawning moment as they recognize you.
[It was stupid to ask because he knew the answer, but he had wondered when drunk at one point if the Soldier was aware of the orders, thought of them as that, or if that period was a blur of action and little thought. He figured thoughts were involved. Maybe screaming in one's own head while taking a backseat to the action, no more in control than if hog-tied in a trunk of a car.
He tossed two of his cards away and picked two from the deck, less gung-ho about the strip game, but let's be real... they both needed it more than ever now. They should probably get drunk, but he couldn't risk and the Soldier had too high of a metabolism for it to happen.]
Let's hope he never wakes. Though, it is better than having the only person you actually respect in this stupid place turn their back on you for something you didn't do.
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He supposed disclosing an honest story of personal loss was a good way to break that kind of ice. Two old soldiers recalling some of the terrible atrocities that they had committed. The difference was that he had a choice.]
That's... an interesting choice of words. "Forced" to assassinate. Were they orders that you disagreed with? The worst thing is the look on their face, isn't it? That dawning moment as they recognize you.
[It was stupid to ask because he knew the answer, but he had wondered when drunk at one point if the Soldier was aware of the orders, thought of them as that, or if that period was a blur of action and little thought. He figured thoughts were involved. Maybe screaming in one's own head while taking a backseat to the action, no more in control than if hog-tied in a trunk of a car.
He tossed two of his cards away and picked two from the deck, less gung-ho about the strip game, but let's be real... they both needed it more than ever now. They should probably get drunk, but he couldn't risk and the Soldier had too high of a metabolism for it to happen.]
Let's hope he never wakes. Though, it is better than having the only person you actually respect in this stupid place turn their back on you for something you didn't do.