[It feels like being pushed towards an emotional precipice... teetering on the edge of ruin. Hawkeye wants him to bare his wounds and it was his debt to do so. But he was clinging to this one last tiny scrap of dignity. And if he told the truth, he felt sure that Clint would use it to wound him. The world seemed to echo around him, trapped in this moment of free-fall. Duty or dignity. Degrading honor or damning rejection. He had to. Baring it at least included any honor at all. Any hope. Right?]
[He wanted to run. To teleport, but something held him here. The debt maybe, or the concern or... He didn't know how to let go of his dignity. He barely knew how to force the honesty out of himself. So he bargains, instead.] What is that... to y-you-u?
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[It feels like being pushed towards an emotional precipice... teetering on the edge of ruin. Hawkeye wants him to bare his wounds and it was his debt to do so. But he was clinging to this one last tiny scrap of dignity. And if he told the truth, he felt sure that Clint would use it to wound him. The world seemed to echo around him, trapped in this moment of free-fall. Duty or dignity. Degrading honor or damning rejection. He had to. Baring it at least included any honor at all. Any hope. Right?]
[He wanted to run. To teleport, but something held him here. The debt maybe, or the concern or... He didn't know how to let go of his dignity. He barely knew how to force the honesty out of himself. So he bargains, instead.] What is that... to y-you-u?