[The arms start to give way tellingly. Steve knows on some unconscious level he isn't really meant to be here. He hasn't reasoned it out yet in the fog of his dream.] Where? There's nowhere left for me. My world is gone.
[Sacrificed like his life was in this very chamber. The grip tightens again as the despair starts to set back in. It should be clear the only thing keeping Steve here is Steve.]