I'll understand English after, so you don't need to worry about that part. It's just those ten words that- They've gotta be in Russian.
[He turns quiet then, his gaze shifting away for the time being. Back to the fire, the landscape. To the ridges where he knows the lights of the city would shine through if they took a brief walk west. It's only with his back to Sam that he finally breaks the silence. That he mutters a quiet word. Pauses. Clears his throat and tries again.]
Zhelaniye. Semnadtsatʹ. Rzhavyy.
[Only three words in, and he's already feeling queasy. He may not be capable of triggering himself. But he knows what's about to come. Knows that the feeling of dread, of pure terror will be setting in the moment that Sam starts to repeat those words back to him. But more importantly, he also knows that he needs to bite it back. To put a lid on it. Because Sam needs to know this. And he can't learn if Bucky's too busy cowering away from what needs to happen.]
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[He turns quiet then, his gaze shifting away for the time being. Back to the fire, the landscape. To the ridges where he knows the lights of the city would shine through if they took a brief walk west. It's only with his back to Sam that he finally breaks the silence. That he mutters a quiet word. Pauses. Clears his throat and tries again.]
Zhelaniye. Semnadtsatʹ. Rzhavyy.
[Only three words in, and he's already feeling queasy. He may not be capable of triggering himself. But he knows what's about to come. Knows that the feeling of dread, of pure terror will be setting in the moment that Sam starts to repeat those words back to him. But more importantly, he also knows that he needs to bite it back. To put a lid on it. Because Sam needs to know this. And he can't learn if Bucky's too busy cowering away from what needs to happen.]