[Despite his own shock, and the flurry of questions in his mind as the realization really sinks in, Art doesn't miss for a moment the movement of that hand to the knives or how it lingers there. His throat closes up with an instinctive reaction to the potential danger, the body's natural response all but yelling at him to get away. Run. He doesn't even have a weapon on him.
But Art finds just then that it's laughably easy to ignore and push that instinct aside, and he vaguely wonders what that really says about him anymore. The thought is fleeting, unimportant, filed away for pondering on later when what's in front of him now matters so much more. Bucky told him that he lived in the end. This can't be how it happened.]
... It doesn't seem that you know what to make of this any more than I do.
[He finds his voice softly, almost helpless and painful to speak without being certain of anything. The words are a guess on his part, as he can't otherwise read Bucky's expression at all. Not even realizing the irony... of wondering if Bucky remembers anything about Miracle Country, when it's more like that he can't remember much of anything at all.]