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[He sits in a room with Captain America, not sure what exactly this all means. He decides he'd just better start talking before Cap begins.]
I get why Oatie had to die. He fucked up. There's a line you just don't cross and he crossed it. How do you rape someone? How does it even work? I can't even imagine my dick getting hard in that kind of situation, you know? Like that's some sick depraved shit -- oh sorry. [He says, catching his bad language] It's sick and it's unforgivable. I'm not sad that he got punished for raping that girl. He deserved it -- but... we didn't. [He sighs] I'm tired of watching people that I care about die in front of me. And it's like I'm the common denominator here. I can't save anyone. I'm not good enough. I don't trust myself to do the right thing, even though I want to do it. I don't -- I don't even know what the right thing is. I don't wanna ruin everything anymore, Cap. It feels wrong saying it... I was never allowed to say no. When I'd try, Seth would always do something crazy and over the top. The beatings were pretty easy to deal with, you know? Those get stale pretty fast but the chest was [he shudders. His voice quiets] and he'd just keep me in there for days. He kept me in there for three days once.
[He leans forward and puts his head in his hands.]