Don't worry. [There's a quiet softness in his voice that betrays he's not just saying that to dismiss Bucky, but rather almost saying... perhaps that Bucky himself and what they spoke of is what kept him from going over that edge, ultimately.] ... I know. I haven't forgotten.
[And he hears what gets stuck most of all because he's thought the same, to the point of having turned the possibility over and over wondering if it could be true. He talks about it like a case almost, like he'd been weighing the evidence and only laying it out now.]
Moral [his killer, saying his name like it's nothing] was killed at some point after our confrontation. I learned of it before I went back, and after returning here again, I couldn't make sense of one thing. Presumably... I was still alive as far as my friends knew.
[Maybe not so presumably.]
Do I think this is why? [The question acknowledges what Bucky started there with a sigh. But Art doesn't know what to think.] I considered other possibilities more until now. That man's Minimum allowed him to transform into any person he wanted to. I reasoned at worst, he faked his own death and assumed my identity. It would explain why it seems I started acting differently after some point. A superintendent's position fit his purposes. At best... a friend from home was only trying to spare my feelings with all that happened.
[He looks back at him again and a little apologetic for -- what, he's not sure. All of it, especially as he finally says it.] Is it possible that I'm alive? I- ... I don't know if I can say, Bucky.