"You were a child," I snap back, voice raising, "and I was struggling every step of the way to grapple with what I had signed up to become, doing the best I could and acting as much on blind instinct as training. Even by the end of the war, when I thought we'd gone through everything a man could- compared to what we've seen and done since? My God, Bucky, you can't expect me to look at you and see a bad person, and look at myself and see any different. I have made my share of mistakes, I have done my share of wrongs, but I know, as surely as I know anything, that you are as a good a man as any. Sure as hell as good a man as me."