[ There's the flash of another, more muted blue dress out of the corner of his eye, but when Steve looks it's gone. He doesn't need the reminder; or it's there because he already knows. It hadn't been until after the ice that he'd fully been able to understand what his sacrifice had done to Peggy — well, there hadn't exactly been time to comprehend it before he'd gone down, aside from a platitude about it being his choice thrown back in her face, maybe. But he's not sure he would've gotten it, given all the time in the world before being faced with her grief and guilt. She'd moved on, had a life, but in her less lucid moments when the past was as near for her as it was for him, he'd seen that his choice had been hers to bear.
He supposes he'd always thought that he was capable of giving a meaning to his death that his body before constantly threatened to render inconsequential. He'd always had an eye for the big picture. It had been his one comfort after waking up: he'd saved lives. Peggy's grief turned out to be greater than that small comfort, even if he couldn't and wouldn't take it back. She was still part of the world he'd left behind. ]
He must have thought you were worth it, [ he says quietly. ]
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He supposes he'd always thought that he was capable of giving a meaning to his death that his body before constantly threatened to render inconsequential. He'd always had an eye for the big picture. It had been his one comfort after waking up: he'd saved lives. Peggy's grief turned out to be greater than that small comfort, even if he couldn't and wouldn't take it back. She was still part of the world he'd left behind. ]
He must have thought you were worth it, [ he says quietly. ]