"I refuse to believe they're not afraid of anything," Steve says, quietly. He's not arguing whether fear makes them stronger, but - everything fears something. Even fear entities. They have to fear losing, or ceasing to exist, or - something. There's always something.

And the truth is, Steve has always been better at physical fights than mental ones. He knows that. The entities probably know that, too.

Shit. It's what he's afraid of. And they probably know it, and -

"Shit," he says, out loud, though he doesn't elaborate. This whole situation is just. Fucked up, and he hates it. "How are we ever supposed to trust ourselves, like this."