The grief came back then, maybe not as sharply, but just as deep. "She was killed." Bucky was never one to sugarcoat. He said what needed to be said and nothing more. But especially now, he felt like there was no way to make telling someone that easier so what was the point.
"Someone...lost it. Food was getting harder and harder to grow, supplies were almost gone. They thought the only solution was fewer people. They rigged an explosion in some of the sleeping quarters."