[ I do not know that we found it. Sam nods along to that. That balance he knows to be an ideal to strive for, extremely hard to get even remotely right. Especially with the amount of moving factors they have to contend with. ]

You're right about that. It's a slippery slope, once you start projecting your own idea of 'better' onto others.

[ He glances towards the pier, watches the child race down it. A moment later it's followed by a figure Itachi knows - Bucky in a short sleeved shirt, unbothered about his arm being on display, chasing the shrieking child with a smile on his face. A woman who has the same sort of smile Sam does calls out not to drop her son into the water, gesturing briefly towards the pier with a ladle as she fills someone's plate with food. There's an air of sincere fondness in this place. In this moment Sam clings to and reminds himself of when he's unhappy. When he needs to shelter himself away a little bit. The figures fade from view as they move back up the docks. ]

What do you make of our mission? Setting aside our regrets and personal goals for the time being. Just the orbs.