[ He feels the bottom drop out of his stomach. To him it sounds like judgment. ]
Not while I'm here. Trans-dimensional authority is for the cosmic defenders. Here it's just me. I think Strange might have some authority over something.
Okay, who are you really? What do you want from me? It can't be influence. There's no influence or money to gain here, and there are plenty of other useful, willing dominants if that's what you're after.
[He's having some genuine problems with reality now, because he doesn't understand the conversation. How can he be talking to Steve Rogers about his own death? And what's more, Steve is impossibly calm about the whole thing. It can't be real. It's got all the hallmarks of a delusion he's creating for himself, hearing things he wants to hear. But why would that start now?]
If you know so much about my reasons, then tell me why I did it. I told him. All of it. When we were alone.
[It's an unreasonable expectation, but it helps Tony confirm that he's not just going insane talking to himself. Steve can't tell him about that pathetic night of excuses he'd given over his body, trying to convince himself it wasn't his fault then. He'd told Steve's lifeless body that it was for the best; that he had meant to save people.]
You were gone. I just... I didn't know who else to talk to. You can't tell me you weren't dead now. I saw it. It was really you.
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