"I..." Bucky frowned. Was he an optimist? "The... The old me was," he said softly. It was hard to describe it and not sound complicated or confusing. "I... I guess?"

He gazed up at Loki. "Decide." It made sense, in a way, but it also confused him more. He wasn't sure how he felt about being here. It was hard to wrap his mind around it. Part of him wanted to go to his room and never come out. Then, he wouldn't have to run into Stark that way. "What rules?"