[He doesn't quite have to, does he? Not with the amount of research that Zemo has put into his favorite pet subject. It doesn't need to be dug into. They need to keep their heads about them...

He draws his knees up to his chest after a moment, to brace against as he looks around their prison, brows furrowed.]

I dug my family from the rubble with my hands when Sokovia fell. By the time I found their bodies, huddled together, they were nearly worked to the bone. Even years later, I can still feel the scars if I look, and I remain surprised that no permanent damage was done.

[There's a sigh before he closes his eyes tight, only to snap them back open a moment later. Too many foul images playing through his mind.]

It is unfortunate that I am not on the other side this time.