It's Sam Anders that Steve sees as the voice plays. A sliver of an all-encompassing whole circling a single moment. It finishes, repeats. Hollow. No searing holy fire burning in that place.

A shake of his head, expression twisting up. He pulls the slide back out, moving to return it to the place Kellix holds open, a slip of his own uncertainty passing between the link to Bucky. He'd been right. They'd never be able to look at all of them.

"This is all of them?" One last look at the cabinet, and a metal fist punches into the layers of glass.