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[jumpthegun]

[Pin-balling back and forth between Sherlock telling him it's time to be soldiers and they can't break, and Bucky telling him to let go and break is frustrating to a degree that John can't begin to articulate. He loves and trusts both of these men and they're giving him radically different advice. Sherlock's is the more practical sort and the advice that John's more inclined to follow.

Maybe he should talk to Hannibal to get an objective opinion on the matter...]

We have limited time, and I'm one of a very small number of medical personnel available for assistance.

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[If Bucky knew what Sherlock was saying, and he knew the man personally, he might punch him for saying something so stupid. They're not soldiers, they're just prisoners and occasionally victims.]

Please, John, trust me on this. You're human, not a machine, you can't keep going like this.

[jumpthegun]

I can keep going until we reach the center. I'll deal with it then.

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No, you won't. You'll go home or die or whatever else waits for us at the centre, and that'll be it.

Deal now.

[jumpthegun]

No.

[He actually hangs up on Bucky. Or disconnects from the conversation. It's childish. It's disrespectful to a friend he cares about and who has trusted him with so much. But right now, John just doesn't want to argue. So, he'll shut down. That's... an option.