I know, Albert signs too. If it's easier for Sam this way, so be it. I know better than anyone.
Flashbacks cross his mind, memories old but all too commonly dusted off for how heavily they weigh on him. Screaming on the surgery table for release, pleading for death and then wondering if that's how it would ever end. Do cyborgs die? Would he ever be allowed that respite? He's no longer human, so it would serve reason that he's no longer himself, that he's instead whatever they made him to be. A soldier. A weapon. A tool of destruction with no will of his own.
Only they hadn't done their job.
I think, therefore I am. He signs it carefully to Sam. A cliched thought, adage ingrained in collective human memory. You think, therefore you are still Sam Wilson. Whatever happens, you are still you.
Maybe he's responding to a conversation they're not quite having yet, Albert thinking the question of self worth is looming as it had with him. Or perhaps Sam will be like Jet, a ball of certainty concerning who and what he is despite the plans made for him. Or GB, who didn't seem to care. Or Joe, perpetually confused. Everyone deals with it differently and Albert only has his own experience to go on. He tries to focus.
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Flashbacks cross his mind, memories old but all too commonly dusted off for how heavily they weigh on him. Screaming on the surgery table for release, pleading for death and then wondering if that's how it would ever end. Do cyborgs die? Would he ever be allowed that respite? He's no longer human, so it would serve reason that he's no longer himself, that he's instead whatever they made him to be. A soldier. A weapon. A tool of destruction with no will of his own.
Only they hadn't done their job.
I think, therefore I am. He signs it carefully to Sam. A cliched thought, adage ingrained in collective human memory. You think, therefore you are still Sam Wilson. Whatever happens, you are still you.
Maybe he's responding to a conversation they're not quite having yet, Albert thinking the question of self worth is looming as it had with him. Or perhaps Sam will be like Jet, a ball of certainty concerning who and what he is despite the plans made for him. Or GB, who didn't seem to care. Or Joe, perpetually confused. Everyone deals with it differently and Albert only has his own experience to go on. He tries to focus.
They can't change who you are.