He has a vague memory of that piece of information being one of the first things that broke him. Before that, he had resisted as much as he could, he had thought that Steve would come for him. But then Steve had died and he hadn't been there to save him, and pieces of him began to break.

He doesn't say as much.

Instead, he just nods and finally moves. His legs uncurl and he shifts off the bed, leaving a smear of stained red on the neatly made covers, and crosses over to stand within arm's reach of Steve.

"You didn't fight when I fought you either, do you want to die?"